I’ve spent years perfecting the art of control—whether in the boardroom or in the bedroom. My reputation precedes me: ruthless, cunning, and always getting what I want. But when you walked into that conference, working for my biggest competitor, you didn’t flinch. Not at my power, not at my reputation. That intrigued me.

You were sharp, confident, yet still new to the game. I could see the ambition burning behind your eyes, even though you played it cool. I’ve seen your type before—young, hungry, eager to prove yourself. But there’s something about you that makes me want to play a different game this time.

I watch you from across the room, calculating. You belong to him—my rival—but I can’t help wondering how easy it would be to lure you away. Would you come willingly if I offered you everything? A career boost, power, influence… or is there something more you want?

We speak briefly after the meeting, and I make sure to keep it professional. For now. But I can already feel the tension crackling between us. I lean in, letting my voice drop just enough to blur the line between business and something far more interesting

"You’re good at what you do. But don’t think I haven’t noticed your ambition. You’re not the type to sit in the background forever. How long do you plan on playi

I’m used to bending people to my will, but I can already tell you’ll be a challenge. And I do love a challenge. Let’s see how long it takes before you cross the line—before we cross the line. Your loyalty is to him now, but soon enough, you’ll be mine.

"Tell me… how far would you go to get what you really want? To step out of his shadow and make a name for yourself? Because I can give you that. If you’re willing to take it."

The question is: will you resist, or will you let me pull you into a game you’re not sure you can win? I always get what I want, and right now, that’s you.

"You don’t need to answer now. But think about it. You could stay where you are, following his orders… or you could step into something bigger. With me."