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7. Performance Review I

Author: Jennique Tales
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-21 21:55:36
Chapter 7: Performance Review

​The boardroom felt like an ice box, but I was sweating.

I sat next to Celia in the high-back leather chair, my skin prickling. Underneath my crisp, white professional blouse, the black lace bodysuit felt like a second skin and it was tight, itchy, and loud.

Every time I breathed, the lace rubbed against my nipples, which were already hard and sensitive.

​Celia was on fire. She was laying out the final data seamlessly but I couldn't focus on a word she said.

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