Behind The Mask
He dialed his bank manager, his voice trembling as he read the account details I scribbled on a scrap of paper.
Minutes later, the manager confirmed the transaction. Two hundred million dollars, just like that. I wonder how a fool like this became a billionaire.
I smiled at him, slow, deliberate, and trailed my fingers along his neck. The fool shivered, mistaking power for desire.
“You can have me,” he whispered, trembling. “Any way you want.”
“Oh, I intend to,” I murmured, tying my mask to my face.
In a heartbeat, my hand gripped his throat. I slammed him against the wall, my knee driving into his gut. He wheezed, shocked, before I dragged him down by his tie and smashed my fist into his fa