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or make inappropriate gestures.
                  Number 6: You will not flirt or misbehave with his friends or other company while under the               contract.
                  And number 7: You will listen and follow everything he says.
     
                  She looked down the row of chairs. “You have the next hour to go over your contracts and sign them tonight if you wish or take them home if you need more time. After that, you are free to have dinner and talk to one another.” She left us immediately to look over the contract.
                  Nothing about it seemed unusual. Most of it was to ensure the protection of Josef's reputation and public life. Though there was one part that shot at me immediately:
     
                  Under the permission of both parties involved ( Josef Constane , Quinn Turner ), a relationship               of blood feeding and/or any sexual encounters may occur if both parties comply with health and               sanitary regulations.
     
                  I was confused. No, actually confused wouldn't be the right word to describe it at all! We were not allowed to touch him but something as intimate as sex may happen. And – what? SEX? I was panicking in my seat. I was told that this was not the relationship that would take place. That was definitely going to be my main question and concern when I meet with him tonight.
                  I decided that I needed to take a walk to ease the apprehension I was feeling. We wouldn't start our one-on-one meetings for another 20 minutes. And I desperately needed to kill the time.
                  I asked one of the waiters where the restroom was and she kindly gave me directions. I walked into a hall and tried to remember the directions. Of course knowing me, I got lost after a minute. I decided to take a risk and take another corner down the hall. I  circled around the corner to find an open door which led to a bright white room filled with statues and paintings on the walls. It was like a mini art museum and I loved it. Artie did mention once that Josef liked to collect pieces but this was something else entirely. I walked up to a beautiful watercolor of a crying woman surrounded by dead flowers and weeds. It was dark and sad but beautiful at the same time. I inched forward to try to read out the artist's name on the bottom right corner but I couldn't read it properly. I scanned the rest of the room and noticed a similar theme along most of the paintings;  romantic dread. I wondered if there was a personal reason or connection to it all for Josef. I suddenly heard a group of men talking. I looked up back at the door to find Artie and a group of men walking down the hall. Josef was in the middle of the group and when he saw me he no longer focused on what the man next to him was saying. He looked as if he was surprised to see me and after a long glance he turned to Artie who followed his gaze to find me. Artie came quickly towards me looking unhappy.
                  “Quinn! What are you doing here?”
                  “I needed to use the restroom and I got lost. The door was open and I couldn't help but check it out. Sorry.”
                  He closed his eyes and shook his head as he grabbed my arms and pulled me out of the room and into the hall. But before he pulled me around the corner, I enthusiastically waved to Josef which made the group of men laugh. It was either very brave of me or super cheesy. Oh well.
                  Artie pushed me back into the room with the girls and whispered, “Please, stay in here or Gwen will have your head!” I actually believed him. She stormed my way with blazing eyes. And Artie quickly left me to fend for myself. Pussy!
                  She was suddenly right in front of me. “Where were