June Grace Thornton (
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At The Cove offices. {For Dani}
June is dressed to kill; a black, short-sleeved blouse with pencil skirt the color of blood that hitches well above her knees and a pair of silver Jimmy Choo heels sharp enough to double as weapons if she so chose. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, highlighting the old, pearl necklace of her mother's that she wears around her neck and the diamond earrings she wears. June Thornton is not fucking around, and as she saunters through the offices of the Cove, she wants everyone there to know it.
"I'd like to speak with Dani Bradshaw, please," June requests of the secretary, a blonde woman now trembling from both the look in June's eyes and the ice in her voice. She drops the latest edition of the Cove on the desk before the woman. "It's something of an urgent, personal matter."
"I'd like to speak with Dani Bradshaw, please," June requests of the secretary, a blonde woman now trembling from both the look in June's eyes and the ice in her voice. She drops the latest edition of the Cove on the desk before the woman. "It's something of an urgent, personal matter."
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"Alright, I can sign those," she says, glancing through the pages as she reaches for the pen she always keeps in the pocket of her purse. She purses her lips as she reads through the various regulations, knowing this kind of jargon is the sort she needs to memorize for her own college degree. "That's what I'm doing now," she looks up at the other woman's warning.
"Understood," June says, watching Dani with her key as she searches for supplies. "I'll do my best to let them know that."
She takes the parchment, an old, weathered looking thing that surprises her with how heavy it weighs in her hands. June glances it over, wondering if, in fact, it is an artifact from this century.
"Also understood," she tells her, not even flinching when she mentions the signing in blood aspect of it. "I'm ready to sign it whenever you are. I know more about magic than my father thinks." Her father might shun the existence of spells and charms, but June is fascinated by witches and their magic.
She perks up at the mention of royalties. "That would be wonderful, I have to admit."
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"The contract is ready. Just say your terms, and it'll draw everything up." She gestures toward the paper and speaks in an even tone. "This contract is to bind one June Grace Thornton and Danielle Rosemary Bradshaw on the following agreed upon terms." The very words she speaks begin to appear across the page in an old rusted colour. Dani looks back at June. "Just speak what you want from this deal."
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June takes a deep breath, knowing that this will have consequences, both for the better, she hopes, and the worst. Her eyes widen as Dani's words appear on the scroll, before she concentrates on what she's trying to say. "I June Thornton hereby declare the terms of this contract: in exchange for willingly selling The Cove stories focused on my life and giving access to The Cove to exclusive insights into my life, The Cove and Dani Bradshaw, to the best of their abilities, will keep the focus of their gossip on me, June Thornton, as opposed to any of my three brothers. I understand that this contract is binding, and can only be broken between myself and Dani."
She pauses, hoping that covers everything, but still not entirely sure. "Should I add anything else?"
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"Sounds about right. Clear and to the point." She turns her gaze back to the parchment. "I, Dani Bradshaw, agree to these terms and will not break this contract unless requested by June Thornton herself." The words appear on the paper followed by lines for both parties to sign. Dani removes a small jewelry box out of a drawer. She opens the box and pulls a fine-tipped needle topped with an old pearl from it. Pricking her index finger, she signs her name onto the magical contract.
"Your turn." She holds the needle out for June.
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"Okay," she says after a moment of silence. "Anything else?"
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"Your copy, of course. It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Thornton."