So I had it all planned out. He was a very old man, but he
had billions in oil money, and he’d probably be dead soon, so I was set for
life for just a few months work. And even if I had to get out of there, the
wedding would occur right after my 18th birthday, with the pre-nup
signed on ‘my birthday’ of February 28th. He found it so cute that I was born
on February 29th.
Then his fucking lawyer pointed out March 1st would
be my ‘legally accepted 18th birthday’, thus invalidating any
contract signed earlier…
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