บททั้งหมดของ Mafia Tech Bro: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

TANISHAI had just agreed to go on a mystery date with a stranger, not a real one, just a neatly packaged transaction dressed up in business casual. Be charming, smile, sit pretty, exist correctly. For a man who had threatened to erase my existence from the job market. It wasn’t like he left me a choice. I hated how easy, how casual he made it sound.Honestly, I was stunned he admitted my relevance, and the fact that I was excellent at my job. I guess the saying ‘you don’t know what you have until it’s gone’ hit him hard. When he offered me my job back, I wanted to chew it and spit it back on his face. But I had to keep it real with myself, I didn’t have any prospects for a new job, I would have had to dip into my savings sooner or later.Regardless, I wasn’t about to go back to corporate slaving. I refused to be taken for granted, or to be disrespected. So, I gave him my terms. No more errands for his girlfriend, professionalism, and a raise. My previous salary wasn’t a measly sum, I

CHRISTOFTanisha had changed the rhythm of my day, and I didn’t appreciate it nearly as much as I pretended not to be affected. The squirming was gone, even the careful pauses. The way she used to hover at the edge of my presence like she might be swatted if she breathed too loudly. Now she was bold, free to express herself, she no longer suppressed her dissatisfaction under loosed fists and subtle eye rolls.I blamed HR, for being unable to find me a damn assistant who knew for certain what they were doing, who didn’t second guess or ask stupid questions. I blamed Roman, I blamed myself for telling Tanisha how good she was at her job, I blamed myself for being so freaking hard to please.Tanisha’s recent character development was initially amusing, interesting even. Now it was… disruptive. Irritating in the way a pebble in a shoe is irritating, small, but impossible to ignore.I hadn’t told Pepa about Tanisha’s new conditions. It wasn’t because I was hiding anything. I just had not

TANISHAI finished the shower feeling like I’d just pressure-washed myself. There was a robe waiting for me, thick, white, folded just so on the edge of the marble bench, not tossed. The placement was intentional, in a way that said “put this on.” I wrapped myself in it and stepped back into the room.They were all still there. For half a deranged second, I’d hoped they’d vanish while I was in the bathroom. Nope, they didn’t. Sane faces, same calm professionalism, same unsettling readiness.“Please, have a seat,” one of them said, gesturing to the chair in front of the dresser.I sat. The mirror was enormous, framed in warm wood. It reflected a version of me that still looked like myself, damp hair, bare face, eyes alert in the way people get when they know they’re about to lose control of the situation.Then they started. It wasn’t frantic or invasive the way I’d expected. No chatter, no “trust me, you’re going to love this.” Just movement, purposeful movement. Two people worked at o

CHRISTOFI had no idea what my expression was doing. Whatever discipline I usually had over my features abandoned me completely. She didn’t stop when she reached me. She passed without speaking, only acknowledging my presence with a brief glance.I turned, because I wasn’t in control of my movement and reflexes in that moment. Then I saw the back of the dress, it was open, exposing a long stretch of skin from shoulder blades to waist, smooth and without blemishes. Her spine curved subtly as she moved, the silk pooling and lifting with her stride. The dress didn’t hide her figure, it acknowledged it. Her hips moved with a natural ease, responding rather than resisting.Her ass was ample, it moved like fluid, undeniably real, shifting with each step. Jesus Christ.Before she reached the last step, I caught myself. That moment, that stupid pause where the house had gone silent around her, I buried it. I drew in a slow breath and let it out through my nose, the way I did before board meet

TANISHABetween Christof’s gate closing behind the car, and the city swallowing us whole, it occurred to me that I could be getting kidnapped for all I knew. Perhaps I was being shipped off to some faraway country to become a sex slave, I wouldn’t put it past Christof. The car glided onto the road, it had to be the most luxurious car I’d ever ridden in.Luxury, I learned, did nothing to calm paranoia. If anything, it sharpened it. Everything was too smooth, like this wasn’t my life, and it was just some sick fairytale. The leather seats felt warm, the low hum of the engine sounded more like a purr. Even the vanilla scent in the air felt curated. I sat perfectly still, hands folded in my lap, spine straight. I looked composed, even though I was anything but.The driver hadn’t spoken beyond getting my address. There was no small talk, he didn’t even turn on the radio. Just forward motion. I caught my reflection in the darkened window, my jaw tightened as I replayed the last hour.From t