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CHAPTER 14: A GAME OF SUBMISSION
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2026-07-10 03:31:40
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PERKS OF THE POSITION CHAPTER 215: WEDDING
VERONICA I had ordered men to war.I had watched governments collapse.I had negotiated with people who could erase cities with a signature.I had stared down death so many times that, eventually, death had stopped frightening me.But standing at the entrance of the Grand Cathedral Hall in a white gown, I discovered something far more terrifying.Walking toward the man I loved.My fingers tightened around the bouquet of white roses."Stop looking like you're about to execute someone," Carolina whispered beside me.I turned my head.She was dressed in an elegant champagne-colored gown, her dark hair swept into a loose, sophisticated bun. She held her bouquet against her waist and wore the expression of a woman trying desperately not to laugh at the Grandmaster of Eagles Intelligence."I am not nervous," I whispered.Carolina's eyebrow rose."You've interrogated presidents with steadier hands.""I am perfectly steady.""You've been squeezing those flowers for thirty seconds."I glanced
PERKS OF THE POSITION CHAPTER 214: PROPOSAL
GERALD There are men who can walk into a war zone without flinching.Men who can stare down a firing squad, negotiate with dictators, and make decisions that determine whether hundreds of people live or die.I had always considered myself one of them.Then my son handed me a ring box and suddenly, I couldn't remember how to breathe.“Father.”Silver stood across the winter garden, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black trousers. He is sixteen now.His expression was deadly serious.He nodded toward the small velvet box sitting on the table between us.“You're overthinking it.”I stared at the box.“I've negotiated with heads of state.”“I know.”“I've survived three wars.”“I know.”“I once spent six hours trapped behind enemy lines with nothing but a knife.”Silver sighed.“Father.”“What?”“It's a marriage proposal, not an extraction mission.”I glared at him.He grinned.I picked up the box.It felt heavier than any weapon I had ever carried.“You're certain this is what s
PERKS OF THE POSITION CHAPTER 213: NEW RUSSIA
VERONICAThere are two ways to remove a tyrant.You can tear down his fortress.Or you can make him realize, all at once, that the fortress was never his.I preferred the second.It was quieter and far more satisfying.I sat alone in the back of the armored vehicle as it moved through the sleeping streets of Zurich, watching the first hint of dawn stain the horizon.Moscow was still hours ahead of us psychologically, even if the clocks insisted otherwise.The Kremlin was awake.Dmitry Voronin was awake.And, if my calculations were correct, he was about to have the worst morning of his life.I lifted my phone.A single message waited.NIGHT MIRROR: POSITION CONFIRMED.I smiled.“Julian.”My son's voice came through the encrypted earpiece.“Yes, Mother?”“Status.”“The compound has been introduced into the presidential office.”I glanced toward the dark window.“Any casualties?”“No.”“Good.”I leaned back.The substance wasn't lethal.That had never been the point.It was a fictional
PERKS OF THE POSITION CHAPTER 212: D'MITRY PANICS
GERALD A state funeral in Moscow is less about honoring the dead and more about calculating who survives the living.The cold rain fell in thin, relentless needles over the black marble headstones of Novodevichy Cemetery. The air smelled of wet earth, crushed lilies, and incense drifting from the gilded censers of the Orthodox clergy. Honor guards in high-collared dress uniforms stood at rigid attention along the gravel path, their polished bayonets gleaming dully under the overcast gray sky.I stood four paces behind the primary velvet rope, disguised in the dark, heavy tailored wool coat of a senior diplomatic attaché attached to the Swiss delegation. My massive frame was slightly slouched to minimize my profile, a pair of dark-tinted tactical glasses covering my eyes.Beside me, Veronica stood like an iron monument carved from shadow. She wore a long, charcoal cashmere coat, a black lace veil shading her face, and her silver-rimmed spectacles resting squarely on her nose beneath t
PERKS OF THE POSITION CHAPTER 211: CLEAN KILL
VERONICA The art of execution lies in absolute humiliation.When a four-star general of the Russian Federation dies in a state funeral, he is wrapped in a flag, eulogized by corrupt politicians, and buried with military honors. When he dies in a back-room VIP lounge of an illicit Rublevka nightclub, his legacy dissolves into a punchline before his body even turns cold.I stood before the cracked, dimly lit mirror inside the club’s rear service restroom, adjusting my disguise with clinical detachment.The silver-rimmed spectacles were gone, replaced by dramatic, overly dark contact lenses and heavy, smudged eyeliner. My long hair was hidden beneath a cheap, peroxide-blonde synthetic wig that tumbled in frizzy waves down my back. I wore a tight, garish leopard-print halter top that showed entirely too much skin, paired with a tiny black faux-leather skirt, sheer fishnet stockings with a visible run down the left thigh, and cheap seven-inch synthetic stilettos that forced an exaggerated
PERKS OF THE POSITION CHAPTER 210: NEW METHODS
VERONICA A bullet leaves questions.An explosion leaves evidence and a very public assassination leaves behind a martyr, an investigation, and enough political panic to keep an entire government awake for weeks but when a powerful man dies because of the life he has chosen to live, people rarely look beyond the obvious.Sometimes, the cleanest weapon is the one nobody realizes was there.I sat behind the obsidian desk in our command vault, watching Moscow unfold across the wall-sized glass display before me. Financial networks pulsed in one corner. Government personnel shifted through another. Satellite feeds and security movements appeared and disappeared in silent streams of data.My Earl Grey sat untouched beside my right hand, steam curling lazily from the porcelain cup.The vault was cold.It always was.The temperature helped the servers run efficiently, but I had grown used to the chill years ago. I barely noticed it anymore.Michael stood several feet away, hands clasped behi
PERKS OF THE POSITION CHAPTER 2: CAUGHT
VERONICA By 8:45 AM, I was leaning back in my leather ergonomic chair, my bare legs crossed at the knee, swinging a crimson Louboutin from my toes. I was wearing an emerald green wrap dress that clung desperately to my curves, the neckline plunging low enough to make a monk swear a new vow. I was
PERKS OF THE POSITION CHAPTER 1: THE INTERVIEW
VERONICA The line outside the executive suites of Vassal & Bane looked like a casting call for a corporate funeral. Dozens of women sat stiff-backed in tailored charcoal suits, anxiously clutching their resumes and practising their best "I’m a team player" smiles. Then there was I-Veronica. I
PERKS OF THE POSITION CHAPTER 6: DOCTOR'S VISIT 2
VERONICA The heavy click of the examination room lock brought excitement into every part of my body. The sterile, white-walled room suddenly felt hot, the sharp scent of rubbing alcohol completely overridden by the musky, electric pull of raw, unadulterated desire.Chloe’s lips were soft, tremblin
PERKS OF THE POSITION CHAPTER 5: DOCTOR'S VISIT
VERONICA The next day, my thighs were still buzzing with a lingering, pleasant ache as I pulled the BMW into the sterile, concrete parking structure of the medical plaza. I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror. The emerald dress was a casualty of last night's roadside negotiation, but to
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