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#35 - Lesson One

Autor: Meechelle
last update Fecha de publicación: 2025-09-25 00:00:03
The zipper was loud.

Too loud.

As the assistant unzipped the bag, I stretched my hand toward the glass as if I could freeze time.

“Nooooo!” I shouted, my voice cracking.

The assistant placed it gently on his hands like it were some forbidden sorcery.

Damian stopped mid-sentence, turning to the item in his hand. His gaze narrowed, jaw slowly ticking.

There it was.

Too late.

My eight-inch weapon meant for my private pleasure but now turned into the weapon fashioned against me…stood
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    The junior associate didn’t burst in this time.He slipped in.Quiet. Pale. Sweaty in that special way people get when they’re about to deliver bad news to powerful men.“S-sir, please don’t fire me, I swear I knocked—” he stammered, raising his hands.The poor man looked like he was about to cry.“Sir…a word.”Damian nodded. The assistant walked closer and whispered something in his ear.I couldn’t hear the words, only the sudden change in Damian’s expression.His jaw tightened. His eyes hardened.He took the tablet from the man’s hands, scanned the screen once.Then his gaze lifted, straight to me. Ten seconds, maybe a minute.Long enough for my spine to stiffen and my instincts to scream, something is wrong.“Leave,” Damian said coldly.I blinked. “What?”“Leave,” he repeated, already turning his attention back to the desk.“You’re not serious,” I scoffed. “Maybe I should stay. I could help, I mean I just identified the mechanism—”He cut me off without raising his voice. “This is

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