The sleek glass tower of Nyxar Enterprises pierced the night sky like a black monolith. On the 47th floor, in a corner office overlooking the glittering city, 26-year-old Lila Harper sat across from the most powerful woman in the corporate world.

Lila was the definition of ambitious perfection: sharp cheekbones, long raven-black hair in a sleek ponytail, piercing green eyes, and a body that turned heads even in her tailored charcoal pantsuit. Her modest C-cup breasts, tiny waist, and firm, heart-shaped ass filled out the suit beautifully. She had clawed her way up from intern to senior executive in just three years, and tonight she was finally getting what she...