FAZER LOGINDanielaKenneth's eyes remained fixed on mine, his expression completely unreadable across the mahogany table. The silence in the private suite became an absolute weight.Oh no. I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have opened my mouth about Matthew. He'd explicitly warned me not to question his orders, and yet here I was, stepping over his boundaries the second he'd shown a shred of decency. Panic tightened my throat. Was he going to fire me right here? Should I just swallow my pride and apologize?Before the silence could break me, the glass door glided open and a waiter stepped in with a wide silver tray. I let out a quiet, desperate breath as the heavy atmosphere fractured.The staff set down two pristine plates. The aroma of slow-roasted wagyu and shaved truffles hit me instantly—the presentation so flawless it looked like art."Enjoy your meal," the waiter murmured, bowing before he slid the door shut behind him.The smell alone was enough to make my mind spin. Forgetting my
Daniela I never thought my boss would have saved my neck after the tantrum Sophie had thrown across my desk. I glanced down at the crumpled cup by my heels, letting out a sharp breath. Thank God I'd been too busy to touch the espresso when it arrived; it had lost its scalding edge. If it had been fresh, the force Sophie used to empty it onto me would have blistered my skin. But the real shock was vibrating through the air between us. Were they in the middle of a massive fallout? After all, the first time I'd dared hold my own against his fiancée, he had practically given me a death threat to watch my mouth. Instead, he had stood between us like a wall of solid iron. FUCK! My eyes darted to my workstation, the realization hitting like a physical blow. The liquid hadn't just drenched my clothes; dark streams of coffee were dripping off the desk and pooling into my monitor. "Sir," I called out, reaching for a stack of dry napkins. No response. "Sir," I called his name aga
Kenneth"Let you try?" I questioned, my voice dropping into a harsh baritone as I turned to face my assistant."Yes, sir," Daniela replied, her posture shifting into an unyielding stance. "I think I know what the issue is.Edwin, the senior technical analyst, scoffed from behind his console. "Miss Coleman, this is a multi-billion dollar breach. My team has been hunched over these monitors for an hour and couldn't isolate the entry point. What makes you think a personal assistant can solve it?""Exactly," another engineer chimed in, crossing his arms. "This isn't a spreadsheet error. It's an active proxy cascade."Daniela didn't look back at them. Her hazel eyes stayed locked on mine, burning with sudden confidence. "It's...""Mr. Gibson, with respect, we're wasting vital minutes here," Edwin interrupted, gesturing toward the countdown clock. "We need to wait for the external security firm to—"Irritation sliced through my chest. I had zero patience for incompetence, and my engineers'
Daniela"I'm done, Daniela. My contract is terminated effective immediately," Matthew continued, his shoulders slumping."What?!" I shouted, quickly lowering my voice to a harsh whisper. "Over a nickname? He couldn't fire you over that!""It wasn't the nickname," Matthew said, his breathing ragged."Then what happened?""I was handling a confidential document related to an upcoming deal," Matthew explained, rubbing his temples. "While sending it, my finger slipped on the directory interface. I sent it to the wrong external email address."The air left my lungs. "An external address?""It contained highly sensitive company information," Matthew continued, gripping the edge of my desk. "I realized my mistake almost immediately. I didn't try to hide it — I reported it to security the same minute. But the boss considered the breach too serious to overlook."He leaned forward, his eyes bloodshot. "I swear, I didn't sell anything. It was an accident."I looked at his ruined expression and f
Daniela"These are the legal archives you asked for, sir."I kept my voice flat, entirely disciplined, as I placed the heavy leather folders exactly where they belonged. I reached down to pull open my electronic portfolio to begin reading the afternoon schedule, but his cold baritone cut me off before I could even clear my throat."Miss Coleman, stop the briefing. Go down to the marketing department and fetch Matthew for me immediately." He said, without looking up."Yes, Mr. Gibson," I replied smoothly.Before turning on my heel, my eyes instinctively dropped to his left forearm. The pristine skin was completely smooth, the light bruising from the scalding coffee I had spilled days ago already fully faded.Finally!I walked out, letting out a heavy sigh once the doors sealed shut behind me. Surviving under a man who wore the exact face of Kyle— whose named I didn't know—who had pinned me to a silk mattress just thirty-six hours ago was taking every ounce of my sanity. Every time Kenn
Daniela"Is that... I mean, is that what I think it is?"The shocked murmur cut through my own lips as Kyle lazily reached over and yanked open the heavy velvet-lined drawer at the side of the headboard. Inside, the dim amber light caught an array of sleek, wicked-looking tools that made my pulse spike into pure danger. Velvet cuffs, heavy leather straps, an array of smooth silver vibrators, rows of thick silk ropes, and a midnight-black blindfold. Half of the objects looked so sharp and unhinged I couldn't even name them.Kyle stood up, his massive frame towering over me like a dark god, his tailored shirt completely open to reveal his solid, tattooed chest. He looked down at me, his gaze entirely predatory."Raise your arms, Aura," he ordered, his gravelly baritone leaving absolutely zero room for negotiation.Panic flared hot in my throat. I hesitated, pressing my bare back hard against the blue silk sheets, my hands trembling. Even though Skylar had dragged me into this club, my c







