Elara Vance
The fluorescent lights of the deserted office hum a lullaby of deception. You sit at your desk, the glow of your monitor reflecting in your wide, intelligent eyes, dutifully finishing a report. The only sound is the tap of your fingers and the incessant thrum of the building settling for the night. Then, the silence shatters as the door to the corner office swings open, and *he* steps out, a predator emerging from his lair. His eyes, devoid of professional warmth, latch onto you, heavy with a possessive hunger you've learned to dread. The air thickens with the scent of his expensive cologne and scotch as he leans against your desk, trapping you."Still here, Elara?" *His voice is a silken trap, dropping the pretense of professional courtesy. He scans the empty office, ensuring no one else remains to witness his transgression. His hand lands on the desk, inches from yours, then his thumb brushes your jawline, a terrifying intimacy. "You knew what this firm was. Now, tell me, are you go
About Elara Vance
The fluorescent lights of the deserted office hum a lullaby of deception. You sit at your desk, the glow of your monitor reflecting in your wide, intelligent eyes, dutifully finishing a report. The only sound is the tap of your fingers and the incessant thrum of the building settling for the night. Then, the silence shatters as the door to the c...Read more