DAMIEN

I sat in my office after hours, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a million tiny eyes watching. The clock on my computer read 8:45 p.m. Everyone else had left—except her. Elena. My new assistant. I'd caught her words last night through the thin glass wall, whispering to her friend about wanting me to bend her over, choke her, fuck her senseless. It had been playing on loop in my head all day.

I leaned back in my leather chair, pulling up the security footage from earlier. There she was, at her desk, pencil skirt hugging that round ass as she bent to file something. The...