"Listen!", Halldóra Erlendurdóttir. "That's your song! That must mean something, it can't be a coincidence".
"Don't be silly!", Cyneburga Wigmundóttir replied. "We are alreading coming, I believe this is the street...There is a space there, stop the car".
"Welcome!", Kristján Rúnarsson said. "You must be Cyneburga".
"That's", the woman answered. "Nice to meet you...".
"Excuse me", Kristján said. "My name is Kristján Rúnarsson. Didn't Inna, my secretary, mention you...?".
"Oh yes! She did", Cyneburga answered. "I only forgot the name. And I don't know exactly how things work here".
"That understable", Kristján said. "Mr. Sigurdur Olafursson would have been very pleased to meet you. Unfortunately, as Inna told you, he was not able to be here today as consequence of a sudden compromise. But we are very glad to have you on board in Ímynd Records. You will have the chance to meet him sooner or later".
"Sure", Cyneburga said. "I personally don't mind...".
"We hope to meet Mr. Sigurdur as soon as possible, of course", the other women interrupted.
"Excuse me", Kristján said, uncertain about the identity of the green-haired young woman, who looked slightly older than Cyneburga. "Are you a relative...maybe Miss...?".
"My name is Halldóra Erlendurdóttir", the woman answered. "I am...Mrs. Cyneburga's agent, obviously".
"Ah, I see", Kristján replied. "Let's start with our business...There is no point to make this longer than necessary, as everything is mostly ready, I hope".
Kristján started to look around his desk. "Here we have", he said. "This copy is for you, this is for the company".
He gave a bunch of documents to Cyneburga, who barely cared to leaf the first pages. Halldóra took the papers directly from Cyneburga's hands.
"Is it everything in order?", Kristján asked.
"It says a six-year contract...", Halldóra said. "I thought we decided it was going to be a four years contract. Isn't six year a lot of time".
"I guess so...", Cyneburga said.
"Ah, yes...", Kristján said, "we could change that. But it's only policy to sign six-year contracts. We like to offer our artist stability. We are currently the second company in the Federation, as you may have realized, our catalogue is not long, but we look for quality rather for quantity, and which a clear long-term orientation. In any case, as clause 3.2 establishes, if she sells more than 250,000 copies in any format, for either the next three years or after her first two albums, the contract could be negotiated again, always in better terms".
"250,000", Cyneburga whispered to Halldóra, "that sounds too many...It's better to finish with this anyway".
"Wait", Halldóra said while she kept reading. "Let me finish this first".
"Anything you would like to add?", Kristján said two minutes later.
"No, I don't think so", Halldóra answered.
"Excellent", Kristján said. "You only need to sign the document then".
"One sign here...and another here. That's all", he explained to Cyneburga.
"Perfect", Kristján added. "I'd offer you something to drink in order to celebrate it, but I'm afraid that my office is empty right now...We will keep this paper, this copy is for you".
"Thanks", Halldóra said. "But we have things to do anyway. When will everything be ready?".
"No problem", Kristján replied. "We'll start in two weeks. It shouldn't took more than two months, but it depends on you. There is no hurry, but we have everything ready for your success. By the way, do you enjoy the theatre?".
"The theatre?", Halldóra asked.
"As you may know", Kristján said, "music is only one sector of our corporation. We have tickets from some of our shows, either here on in Tavík, if you are interested. Don't worry, it is for free. But we like to care about our artists, some distraction may inspired them I hope...If you are interested, give the details to Inna and she will take care of it".
"Ah, I see", Halldóra replied. "Maybe, why not. But I am afraid we are leaving the city...we will come back in two weeks. I hope everything will be ready by then".
"Sure", Kristján said. "We will prepare everything. It was a pleasure to meet you, both".
"See you then", Cyneburga timidly replied.