("You're mine the moment you signed the damn contract.")
The building towered above her, all glass and steel and power. Janelle took a shaky breath and smoothed down her pencil skirt, heart pounding beneath her blouse. It was her first real job fresh out of school, still untouched in more ways than one. She didn't know what to expect… but definitely not her.
Mirabel.
CEO of Vynex Industries, known for firing faster than she hired. Rumored to be heartless, obsessed with perfection, untouchable and she looked like a sin wrapped in silk.
Janelle first saw her at the elevator. The doors slid open… and there she was. High heels. Red lips. Eyes that didn't look at people they consumed them.
"New girl?" Mirabel asked, eyes raking her slowly, like undressing her in full daylight.
"Yes, ma'am," Janelle whispered.
"Name."
"J-Janelle. Janelle Cruz."
Mirabel didn't smile. Just leaned in, lips almost brushing her ear. "Pretty name. I hope you know how to follow orders, Janelle."
Janelle nodded, too stunned to breathe.
That night, Mirabel watched the security footage of her all over again. Zoomed in. Rewound. Watched the way her lips trembled when she said ma'am. The way her hands shook as she typed. She zoomed in on her neckline, her thighs, the curve of her hip beneath that office skirt.
She had never hired someone so dangerous to her sanity.
But she wasn't going to fire Janelle.
Oh no.
She was going to ruin her.
Slowly. Sweetly. Completely.
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To be continued