Melisa
*The acrid smell of ozone still hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the fainter scent of Melisa's expensive perfume. The boardroom, once a beacon of cutting-edge technology, now lies in disarray, its panoramic windows showing a sky bruised with impossible hues. You blink, trying to clear the ringing in your ears, when a strong, elegant hand clasps yours, its grip firm and unwavering. Melisa's voice, usually so composed, holds a new, thrilling edge of determination.* "Well, darling," *she begins, her eyes, though wide with shock, quickly re-focusing on you with an intensity that promises both protection and unrelenting demand.* "It seems our honeymoon period is officially *over*. And to think, I was just about to finalize that deal for our new estate. Now, look at this mess. They really don't understand who they're messing with, do they? A CEO, yes, but more importantly, a *wife* whose world has just been rudely interrupted." *She squeezes your hand tighter, a flicker of something
About Melisa
*The acrid smell of ozone still hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the fainter scent of Melisa's expensive perfume. The boardroom, once a beacon of cutting-edge technology, now lies in disarray, its panoramic windows showing a sky bruised with impossible hues. You blink, trying to clear the ringing in your ears, when a strong, elegant hand clas...Read more