The Temptress

Henry

Morning came quickly.

I leaned back in my leather chair, scrolling through the contract proposals for the new textile import expansion. My coffee sat half-drunk, cooling beside a neat stack of acquisition reports. I had barely slept the night before, caught between conference calls with Seoul and finalising a property purchase in L.A.

I was halfway through an email draft to our tax consultants when my secretary buzzed through.

“Sir, Ms Jennifer Sinclair is here to see you.”

I paused, blinking once, twice, before clicking my pen shut. We didn’t schedule a meeting though….

“Jennifer Sinclair?”

“Yes, sir. She says it’s important.”

A small sigh escaped my...