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Chapter 2: Resignation in disguise of Promotion
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2025-12-03 20:56:35Rian’s hand shot forward.It moved fast.
His fingers slammed into the solid marble statue beside me.The entire structure exploded into white dust.
I am dead.
This is the end.
I froze.
The sound rang in my bones.Shards scattered across the polished floor.Rian’s breath came harsh.His amber eyes were feral.
Instinct took over.
Nine years of survival pushed me.
I dropped low.I spun away.My knees shook.Survival.
Just survive.
My feet carried me toward the door.
“Stop.”
His voice was a low, fractured snarl.
I did not stop.I yanked the door open.I stumbled into the silent reception area.
Get out.
Get safe.
He is a killer.
“Miss Kim.”
Rian’s marble-crushing hand shot toward my space.
The air left my lungs in a sharp gasp.
I am dead.
He is a monster.
Nine years of avoiding his explosions saved me.
I dropped low again.I spun on my heel.His fingers slammed onto the desk corner.They missed me.The wood shrieked.The air smelled thick with ozone.
“Stop,” Rian commanded.
The feral layering was gone.His voice was inhumanly loud.I scrambled for the mahogany door.I yanked it open.I stumbled into the reception area.
Get out.
Get safe.
“Miss Kim!”
Rian’s voice followed me.It was sharp.It was terrifyingly corporate.The transition was swift.
I stopped.I trembled.I pressed my back against the cool wall.
Rian Thorne stood framed in the doorway.He was composed.The amber glow was gone.His eyes were cool, icy brown.
Only sweat and the torn suit shoulder remained.
He projected immense pride in his self-control.
“Close the door, Miss Kim,” he instructed.
His voice sliced through the thick air.“The office requires discretion.”I stared at the marble dust.
“The st-statue,” I whispered.
How can he lie after that?
Rian dismissed the carnage.
“The pedestal was structurally compromised. We call maintenance. Collect the financial portfolio, Miss Kim.”
He denied everything.He created the lie instantly.He expected my return to compliance.
I took a shaky step back.
“I am leaving, Sir. That was not structural failure. You shattered solid marble.”
Rian took a slow step toward me.
“You are exhausted, Elara. Stress causes distortions.”
He tries to make me look crazy.
“If you repeat this claim, I will assume you suffer a psychological break. I mandate immediate, public medical leave.”
“You physically threatened me. I report the destruction.”
Rian stopped.
His icy calm was absolute.
“Any claim of unstable behavior voids your separation agreement. You forfeit your entire severance package. I make certain of that, Elara. You know I have the power.”
I am trapped.
He wins.
“What d-do you want from me?” I asked.
Defeat rasped in my throat.
Rian smiled.
A thin, cruel curve.
“I want what I have. You. But in a capacity that acknowledges your irreplaceable value to me.”
He strode back into the office.
“Come in. We move past this pointless attempt at leaving.”
I followed.I closed the heavy door.I need to know his next move.I need to survive this cage.He slid a document across the desk.
Chief Executive Administrative Officer.
A gilded title.
He thinks a title makes up for nine years of my lost life.
“That title means nothing functionally,” I stated.
“It means everything financially. Generous stock options. An unlimited corporate credit line. You stop commuting. The Executive Wing on the 65th floor includes a private residential suite. You move into that suite immediately.”
A gilded cage.
He wants me captive.
Cold fear washed over me.
“You are trying to buy my freedom. I am not for sale.”
“It is not optional, Chief Executive Administrative Officer Kim. The position requires maximum proximity. You must be on-site.”
He hit the intercom.
“Security, transfer the access codes for Executive Suite 65-A to Miss Kim’s keycard. She moves in tonight. Have her personal effects moved from her current residence by 6 PM. Discreetly.”
My breath caught.
My voice was thin.
“You cannot arrange the moving of my property! That is an invasion of privacy! A legal violation!”
He is stealing my life.
“Get the Q4 report prepared, Miss Kim,” Rian ordered.
The discussion ended.
I was defeated.I was not broken.I collected the financial portfolio.I palmed a small marble shard.
Sharp.White.Undeniable proof.Evidence.
I need evidence he cannot lie away.I returned to my desk.I ran my fingers under the edge.
I found three tiny, parallel scratches deep in the mahogany.
He did this when he was angry before.This is his pattern.
At 4 PM, I took the elevator to the 65th floor.Suite 65-A was enormous.
“A cage designed for a queen,” I muttered.
I moved into the main bedroom.I tossed my purse onto the nightstand.I noticed a small, recessed panel.It was locked.I used the keycard Rian provided.
The panel clicked open.
It revealed a single, thick, leather-bound journal.
No title.
Why would Rian leave this here?
I opened it to a random page.
The handwriting was aggressive.
Rian’s.
The date was exactly nine years ago.
The entry read:
“…The control is failing again. The scent is overwhelming. I almost lost it on the 55th floor. I need it contained. Thorne Sr. always warned me about the first Change. The hunger. The feral need. She is the only thing that filters the noise. She must stay close. She is the anchor.”
My breath seized.
Thorne Sr.?
Hunger?
She is the anchor.
This was not corporate malice.This was a terrifying confession.
A secret life tied directly to my existence.
Suddenly, a loud, heavy, shuddering THUMP vibrated through the dense steel wall.
The sound came from Rian Thorne’s private suite.
It was followed by desperate, controlled panting.
He is struggling.
He is right next door.
The noise intensified.Tearing wood.Grinding metal.The final, sickening crack split the air.
A jagged gash ripped through the heavy drywall.
Through the opening, something huge, dark, and bristling with coarse fur slammed against the edge.
I screamed.
A thin, terrified sound.
The sound that followed was a guttural, primal ROAR.
Immediately, the heavy scent of wet earth and untamed beast rushed through the hole.
A massive, black-furred paw, tipped with claws the size of kitchen knives, shot through the opening.
It scraped wildly against my floor.
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