Ace’s voice booms through the office, rattling the walls like some kind of divine decree. If arrogance had a sound, it would be this.Mr. Stone immediately releases me, but I don’t let go. Oh no. Instead, I cling to him like a damsel in distress—delicate, helpless, and absolutely full of shit. My fingers graze the fabric of his expensive suit as I subtly press against him, my body molding to his in just the right way.I watch his Adam’s apple bob. His gaze? Lowering, fixating.His breathing shifts, growing heavier as his gaze drops to my cleavage. Up close, I know the sight is doing something to him. I can feel it. This is my chance.“So,” I whisper, my lips dangerously close to his ear. “Do I have the job, Mr. Stone? I promise to do anything you want—exactly how you want it done.”His lips part slightly, and I can practically hear the internal battle waging inside his weak, weak mind. He swallows again.“Yes. Yes, you have the job.”Bingo.Ace scoffs like I just announced I’d be lau
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