Chapter 11 The Contract

• By eight the next morning, Mia had read the contract four times. She understood perhaps three sentences.
• The rest looked like they had been written specifically to make ordinary people feel stupid.
• She sat at Jenna's tiny apartment in Queens with thirty pages spread across the table. Her best friend had pushed aside two law textbooks, a mug of cold coffee, and a half-eaten sandwich to make room for the documents.