LILA'S POV

I stared at the screen of my phone, my heart hammering against my ribs as the explicit photos loaded one by one. My own face looked back at me — flushed, eyes half-closed in pleasure, lips parted in a moan. In the images, I was on my knees in the dimly lit supply closet at the office, my skirt hiked around my waist, while the delivery guy from last month fucked me from behind amd the worst part waa tgat the timestamp showed it happened during company hours.

The message from my boss, Mr. Harlan Voss, was short and chilling:

“Come to the conference room. Now. Delete nothing.”...