~ Stephano

The corridor was silent save for the hum of the AC vents, a stillness that always accompanied this wing of the building during office hours. Most people were too damn busy pretending to work in their cubicles, which left me free to walk the halls like I owned them, because I did. My kingdom, my rules, my empire.

And then I heard it.

Not footsteps. Not the ruffle of papers. Something else. A muffled, soft sound. A sound I knew like the back of my hand because I’d made women produce it countless times before. A moan.

I slowed my steps, curiosity pulling me toward Alex’s office like...