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"You're an employee, Leah." Bowen Reid said it as he poured whiskey into a glass at his kitchen island. He did not offer me a drink. He did not offer to take my bags. We had just come from the courthouse in downtown Los Angeles. Our marriage certificate was in my purse, and the heavy security gate outside his house had just shut behind us. He looked at me across the counter like I was a problem he had already paid to solve. I need three hundred thousand dollars to pay off my debts. Bowen is a film director, and he needed a wife for one year. His late father left a clause in the family trust that blocks Bowen from his inheritance unless he is legally married. Film studio executives also thought he was too unstable to fund unless he settled down. So we signed a contract. I get fifty thousand dollars up front and two hundred and fifty thousand when the year ends. In exchange, I live in his house, attend industry events with him, and pretend we are happily married. The contract even said we had to share a bedroom so the trust lawyers would not suspect anything during unannounced visits. I ghostwrite memoirs for a living. I am used to playing a role. I expected an aloof roommate who would leave me alone while I worked. I did not expect him to treat me like hired help. I stood by the doorway with my overnight bags at my feet. My heels hurt, and I was tired. "We are partners in this," I told him. "If your father's lawyers find out this marriage is fake, you lose your inheritance and your movie. You need this deal just as much as I do." Bowen did not raise his voice. He is a foot taller than me, and he just leaned against the counter and took a drink. He told me that paying me meant he set the rules. He said the marriage was only for the public and the lawyers. Inside his house, he wanted quiet. He thinks having more money means he gets to control me. He expects me to sleep where he points and pretend to adore him on cue. But our agreement was to share a room, and I have never let anyone push me around. If he wants a wife who looks completely devoted to him, he is going to have to deal with me up close. Bowen sets down his glass. He tells me to sleep in the guest room, stay out of his studio, and act like I love him when his lawyers call. He leans against the counter and waits for me to take my bags. You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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Sagaland - Interactive Fiction