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The vault changed her. She didn’t say it out loud, but I saw it.In the way she moved slower through the corridors. In how her eyes lingered longer on closed doors. In how she stopped biting back every time Sia spoke. She’d stopped trying to win.She was finally starting to understand the rules. And so, I gave her what she thought she wanted. Normalcy.“Network security audit for the London office,” Sia said, dropping a stack of files on Floris’s desk.I watched from my office, one floor above, eyes on the corner surveillance screen. She looked at the folders like they were bait on a hook.“That’s it?” she asked. “No mind games? No cryptic instructions about earning my keep?”Sia didn’t look up. “Just analyze their firewall protocols and identify vulnerabilities.” Then, pausing at the door: “Oh, and Eric wants a comprehensive report on our Rotterdam competitors’ digital infrastructure.”“So… actual cybersecurity work.”“Revolutionary concept, I know.”

“What the hell are you wearing?”Floris looked down at her outfit like she’d forgotten she was dressed. Black leather pants that could’ve been painted on and some tragic sweater that looked like it had survived a nuclear winter.“Clothes?” she said, all innocent confusion.“That’s debatable.” I ran a hand through my hair. “What was going through Sia’s mind when she helped you pick this disaster?”“Sia wasn’t helping me. I don’t know where she is.”Of course. Where the hell was Sia when I needed her the most? “You have horrible style,” I said bluntly.“Thanks. Really boosts the confidence.”“Get back to your room. I’ll pick out your outfit.”She crossed her arms. “This is very much family dinner appropriate.”“Yeah, when your family’s part of a biker gang or runs a meth lab.” I was already heading toward her closet. “My mother will take one look at those pants and assume I’m dating a dominatrix

I shouldn’t have fucked her in the car.Not because I regret it. Not because it was messy or impulsive or crossed another line I swore I’d never bend for anyone.But because now I can’t stop remembering how she looked when she came. Like it cost her something. Like she was giving herself over and daring me not to ruin it.She didn’t beg. Not in words. But her body did. Her mouth, her breath, the way she dug her nails into my neck like she could anchor us both to reality. It was desperation and devotion tangled in skin.And I gave in.Now I’m in the gym, pounding out the memory like it’s a toxin. My fists slam against the bag hard enough that my knuckles throb through the wraps. One. Two. Again. Sweat drips into my eyes, salt stinging, but I don’t wipe it. I deserve the burn. I welcome it.I’ve brought plenty of women to that tower. None of them touched me like she did. None of them made me forget myself in the backseat of a damn car, not even b

I didn’t have time to think about the conversation with Floris on the rooftop—her stories about normal families and dead parents, that look in her eyes when I mentioned never having a childhood. Because at 2:47 AM, my phone lit up with alerts that made my blood run cold.Someone had breached my system. Again.I’d been awake for eighteen hours straight, surviving on espresso and corporate-grade paranoia, trying to trace digital footprints that kept disappearing like smoke. Whoever was doing this knew exactly what they were looking for and how to cover their tracks.“Fuck,” I muttered, watching another trace route dead-end in a VPN maze. “This is professional work.”By morning, I was running on fumes and fury. When Sia and Floris walked into my office, I probably looked like I’d been hit by a truck driven by insomnia and rage.“We have a problem,” I announced without preamble.“Good morning to you too,” Floris s

I watched the footage three times before deleting it.Not because I didn’t want to keep it. Because I wanted to keep it too much.Floris had kissed me like she meant it. Fought me like she belonged to no one. Came undone like she’d forgotten I was the one holding the leash.And for the first time in years, I hadn’t wanted to stop her. But control is everything. So I did what I always do.Buried it.By the time I entered the office the next morning, I had already rewritten the narrative in my head. It was a moment. A misstep. A data point in a long experiment I still had every intention of mastering. Then I saw Sia and I knew the experiment was no longer mine.She was standing by Floris’s desk like she’d just stepped out of a fire—with nothing but rage left behind.“You absolute fucking idiot,” she snapped, voice like a blade.So it had already started.Floris dropped her bag. “Good morning to you too. Someone wake up on the wrong side of