Tiny Type

The papers Chad wanted us to sign turned out to be a contact with teny,  tiny, microscopic type. I strained my eyes trying to read the type. "They're just words." Chad says, watching my squint. "I know that, but what does it say?" "Just the standard contract stuff, you know." "No, I don't." I say. "Don't worry about the words. Don't you want $10,000?" "Of course I do, but-" "But what? You want to know if I'm screwing you over?" Neither I nor Olivia responds. "Well, I can assure you I am not." "We don't exactly have much reason to trust you." Olivia says. Chad takes a deep breath. "Fine, you two want to read it, I'll let you read it. I'll leave with my driver, so you two can have some privacy in reading. However, when I come back I expect a decision to be made." Chad starts to walk away. "How much time are you giving us?" I ask. "Enough." He shouts back before exiting with his driver and leaving us alone in a strange cabin.