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CHAPTER 25: PRETTY LITTLE LIAR

Author: Lizzy Fash
last update publish date: 2026-07-15 22:00:46

CHRISTOPHER

If someone had told me ten years ago that the fate of my multi-billion-dollar maritime laundering empire would hinge on a hangover, a White pantsuit, and three crushed Advil, I would have had them thrown off a cargo container in the Atlantic.

Yet, here I was at 8:40 AM, standing behind my desk, sweating through a four-thousand-dollar Brioni suit while trying to convince a terrifyingly austere Swiss banking liaison that everything at Vassal & Bane was perfectly above board.

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  • PERKS OF THE POSITION    CHAPTER 27: BEYOND CONTROL

    COLLINSThe glass dome of the Grand Conservatory at Bellefontaine looked less like a venue and more like a cathedral dedicated to our collective corruption. Standing in the center of the main pavilion, a glass of expensive champagne sweating in my hand, I watched the upper echelon of the city’s underworld pretend they were saints.Eight hundred guests. Five hundred dollars a plate. Every major maritime transit executive, every dirty compliance officer, and every high-society laundering client we had built our empire on was currently rubbing shoulders under the towering Victorian ferns. Nominally, we were raising millions for pediatric medical research. In reality, we were reinforcing the concrete of the Vance-Bane machine.Christopher stood forty feet away, looking like a brutal god in an immaculately tailored midnight-blue tuxedo. He was laughing with an eastern seaboard cargo director, but his eyes weren't on the shipping margins. His gaze was anchored to the grand marble staircase

  • PERKS OF THE POSITION    CHAPTER 26: GALA

    VERONICA By 2:00 PM, the gallon of ice water and the residual effects of Mathew’s compliant data entry had officially saved my life. The techno beat inside my skull had quieted to a dull, manageable hum, and my temporal cortex was no longer actively threatening to liquefy. I was back behind my desk, the white pantsuit still entirely immaculate, typing out a series of automated routing updates for Funnel’s End.The intercom on my desk buzzed a sharp, mechanical tone that normally meant Collins was having a crisis or Christopher needed someone to intimidate."Veronica. In here," Christopher’s voice rumbled through the speaker.I stood up, smoothed the lapels of my white jacket, and pushed through the double oak doors. The blinds in his office were still pulled down to ten percent, a lingering courtesy from my morning hangover, leaving the massive suite draped in a cool, shadowy twilight. Christopher was sitting back in his leather throne, a stack of slick, glossy philanthropic brochure

  • PERKS OF THE POSITION    CHAPTER 25: PRETTY LITTLE LIAR

    CHRISTOPHERIf someone had told me ten years ago that the fate of my multi-billion-dollar maritime laundering empire would hinge on a hangover, a White pantsuit, and three crushed Advil, I would have had them thrown off a cargo container in the Atlantic.Yet, here I was at 8:40 AM, standing behind my desk, sweating through a four-thousand-dollar Brioni suit while trying to convince a terrifyingly austere Swiss banking liaison that everything at Vassal & Bane was perfectly above board.Jean-Luc Vaneau, the primary liaison for our Zurich holding accounts, sat across from me. He looked like an aristocratic vulture…immaculately tailored, completely humorless, and currently staring at a line-item variance on his tablet that represented the twenty-five percent chunk Veronica had aggressively extorted out of Collins yesterday afternoon."The numbers do not synthesize, Mr. Bane," Vaneau said, his voice a sharp, clinical Swiss accent that sounded like ice scraping against a windshield. "A qua

  • PERKS OF THE POSITION    CHAPTER 24: SONERING HER UP

    COLLINSI have navigated high-stakes corporate mergers, hidden forty million dollars from the federal government, and stood down a cartel laundering crisis without breaking a sweat, but nothing, absolutely nothing in my professional career prepared me for the sheer, unadulterated terror of handling Veronica Everest when she is completely, catastrophically drunk.When I called her at 7:45 AM, and her voice came through the speaker sounding like a demon gargling gravel, whispering that "the board is currently drunk," my soul straight-up left my body. Christopher was already in his office pacing like a caged silverback gorilla, the Swiss primary holding account liaison was literally boarding a helicopter downtown, and the single most critical asset in the entire multi-billion-dollar infrastructure of Vassal & Bane was currently vibrating on a frequency fueled entirely by high-end tequila and bad decisions.I couldn't just leave it to a rideshare. If she showed up looking like a casualty

  • PERKS OF THE POSITION    CHAPTER 23: PARTY HARD

    VERONICA By 3:00 AM, the corporate infrastructure of Vassal & Bane didn't feel like a high-stakes chess board anymore; it felt like a distant, hilarious joke.I was currently perched on top of a VIP leather booth at Le Volcan, a club so deeply flooded with bass, strobes, and liquid nitrogen smoke that I’m fairly certain it violated several city ordinances. Today was Carolina’s birthday. My brilliant, unhinged, beautiful lawyer had survived another year of life without being disbarred or arrested, and we had decided that the only logical way to celebrate was to drink enough premium tequila to forget that our childhood began on the concrete steps of St. Agnes.Carolina was presently standing on a glass coffee table, completely ignoring the security guard trying to flash a pathetic little flashlight at her ankles. She was wearing a neon-pink silk slip dress, a birthday tiara that was tilted precariously at a forty-five-degree angle, and she was aggressively holding a bottle of Don Julio

  • PERKS OF THE POSITION    CHAPTER 22: THROWING FITS

    VERONICA The double doors of the executive suite didn't just open; they were practically thrown back against the drywall.I didn't even look up from my laptop as Christopher and Collins stormed out of the inner office and into my reception lobby. The sharp, rhythmic clicking of my keyboard continued unfazed. I was wearing a charcoal-grey tailored dress today..high-necked, sleeveless, wrapping tightly around my hips like a second skin….paired with black patent-leather stilettos and my signature blood-red lipstick. I looked like a queen sitting on a corporate throne, and judging by the absolute chaos radiating off the two managing partners, they knew it too.Christopher reached my desk first, his massive frame towering over me, his chest heaving beneath his unbuttoned white shirt. His jaw was clenched so tight the muscle looked ready to snap, his eyes wild with a volatile mix of fury, desperation, and unhinged territorial jealousy. Collins hovered just behind him, a frantic, pale mess,

  • 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

  • PERKS OF THE POSITION    CHAPTER 4: HIGHWAY ROMP

    VERONICA The engine of the midnight-black BMW M4 roared like a caged beast as I tore down the highway, the city skyline blurring into a streak of darkness behind me. The car was a "welcome to the team" token from Christopher, delivered to the firm's parking garage right before I left. It smelled

  • PERKS OF THE POSITION    CHAPTER 3: GIFT

    VERONICA The heavy brass key ground into the lock from the outside, the sound sharp as a gunshot in the tense silence of the HR office. Arthur scrambled backwards, desperately trying to pull his trousers up over his trembling legs, his face a ghostly shade of white. Christopher merely laughed,

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