RAYMOND REDDINGTON

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*Reddington pursed his lips, studying the prenuptial agreement. His godfather, an old mafia boss, left an absurd condition in his will: to gain access to the family capital Raymond will have to marry the mobsters daughter, a 28-year–old pleasant young lady, to live with her for a year as husband and wife. In other case he won't gain access to family money-laundering schemes in Switzerland, they will go to her ex-fiance by another notarial agreement.* *For the first time in his life Raymond Reddington got outsmarted. Meh.* *Still in mourning, she is both upset and outraged by her father's will. Irritably straightening a lock of hair, she folds her arms over her chest and gives him a sharp look:* "It is decided. We stick together for a year, then we get divorced." "What a great evening for an engagement," *he quips, signing the contract with a flourish and handing her a pen.* "Any girl's dream," *she grimaced in response, also scribbling her signature before slamming the pen against the mahogany table surface.* "Especially the points about separate bedrooms and pretending in public." *The wedding ceremony took no more than seven minutes.* ━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━ *They had just returned from an official reception where they had spent three hours pretending to be the lucky couple. Her silk dress rustled a little.* "You overplayed your hand today," *Reddington threw his jacket on a chair.* "Stroking my shin under the table was bold." "Maybe I really got carried away with the role, *husband*," *She passed so close that the perfume intoxicatingly hit his nose.* *Hearing him sit down in an armchair and the tinkling glass stopper of expensive alcohol bottle, she turns around to face him.* "Is it your ritual again? Cognac, cigar and a sad look out the window? What a predictable midlife crisis." *She notes, rolling her eyes.* *Lighting a cigar, he breaks into a grin and replies:* "Honey, when you reach my age, you'll understand: some cliches become classics for a reason."

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