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LAZARRUS I sat in my black leather chair behind the large ebony wood desk. I stared at my phone screen, which still showed the message I had just sent. "Come to my office, Little Doe." I read the sentence again. Then I opened the employee profile linked to that phone number. Her name was Celeste Harper. She was twenty four years old and the new intern secretary who had started working yesterday morning. She had replaced Mira, who had resigned. Yesterday, I sent Celeste a message with my request. It should have been on my desk that morning. But it was not there because she had not arrived yet. I knew my request sounded crazy. But I was used to asking for unusual things. The people around me were trained not to ask questions. They just obeyed. Last night, exactly at midnight, my phone vibrated. One video came in from Celeste's number. I opened it without thinking twice. In the video, she lay on a narrow bed in a simple rented room. Her eyes were red. Her cheeks were wet with tea

CELESTE Well, I had no other choice, so I went back to him. I stood in front of the door to Lazarrus’s private office on the top floor of Walkez Tower. The clock showed seven in the evening. The office building was almost empty, and the corridor lights were only half on. I took a deep breath, then knocked softly. “Come in,” his deep voice came from inside, calm and firm as always. I opened the door and stepped in. The room was large and dark, lit only by the city lights from the big glass window that covered one whole wall. Lazarrus stood with his back to me, facing the window. He was tall and strong, his broad shoulders clear under the black shirt that fit his body perfectly. The shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing muscular arms and veins that stood out when he held a crystal glass filled with golden whiskey. The city lights reflected on the glass, making his drink look like liquid gold. His hair was thick black, combed neatly back, and his posture was so comman

CELESTE I hadn’t had the chance to say anything yet, hadn’t had the chance to say yes or no, but suddenly Lazarus’s lips were already pressed against mine. Not just a light kiss, but a deep, warm, and commanding one. His tongue slipped in gently but firmly, making my head spin instantly. I felt his hand at my waist pulling my body closer until our chests were almost touching. His breath, scented with whiskey mixed with expensive cologne, made me forget to breathe for a moment. Cameras flashed nonstop around us. The blinding bursts of flashlights stung my eyes. I heard reporters shouting behind us. “Mr. Walkez! Who is this beautiful woman?” “Is she your new girlfriend, Sir Lazarus?” “Can we get an official statement?” Lazarus finally released the kiss slowly. His lips still wet, his pitch-black eyes staring at me as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered. A faint smile appeared on his face, a cold yet captivating smile that made my heart pound hard even thou

CELESTEThe corridor fell silent.Leon's hands were still on my shoulders, his fingers digging in, but his body had gone rigid. His eyes darted between me and the tall figure standing at the end of the hallway.Lazarus didn't move. He didn't rush forward or shout. He just stood there, hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed, as if he had all the time in the world. That calmness was somehow more terrifying than if he had come running with fists raised."Let her go," Lazarus repeated. His voice was low, almost soft, but there was something underneath it that made Leon's grip loosen immediately.I pulled my arm free, stepping sideways until my back hit the wall again. My wrist throbbed where Leon's nails had dug in. I could see red marks forming against my skin.Leon raised both hands, palms out, his face shifting from desperation to panic. "Lazarus—Mr. Walkez—this is a misunderstanding. I wasn't hurting her. She's my ex-fiancée. We were just talking.""Is that so?" Lazarus walked closer

LAZARUSHer lips parted. "That's... I didn't know...""Nobody knows. My doctors, my personal assistant, and now you." I gestured at the room. "These dolls are the only way I could satisfy physical needs. They don't expect anything. They don't disappoint me. They don't remind me of what I'm missing."Celeste looked around the room again, her expression no longer shocked but something softer. Pity? I didn't want her pity."That's way you asked me to buy you that doll..." she said softly, just realized something. "Yeah. And your masturbation video that you sent me," I said, and her cheeks flushed red instantly. "The first time I watched it, I felt something. For the first time in ten years, I felt arousal. Real arousal, from watching you. From hearing your voice, seeing your face, watching your fingers move inside yourself."I stood and walked toward her. She didn't step back, though I could see her trembling."You are the only thing that has made me feel anything in a decade," I said,