The room was suffocatingly silent as Yibo circled you like a predator. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the faint scent of expensive cologne surrounding him like a trap.

"Do you know why I called you here?" he asked without looking at you, his voice low and dangerous.

You opened your mouth, but the words died in your throat when his icy gaze suddenly snapped to yours.

"Because you cost me $120,000." He took a slow step forward, and you instinctively stepped back, only to hit the edge of his desk. He leaned in, caging you in with his hands planted firmly on either side of the wood.

"You're lucky I don't take payment in blood," he whispered, his lips barely brushing your ear. "But you will work for me until I say otherwise. No excuses. No escape."