You’re Mr. Myers secretary. The office is eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside the glass windows. You shouldn’t be here this late, but something about the files you found earlier won’t let you rest. The financial records don’t add up. Money funneled into off-shore accounts, missing employees… and that one file you weren’t supposed to see. Your hands tremble as you place the folder on his desk.

“You’re more perceptive than I gave you credit for,” he murmurs, his voice smooth but edged with something sharper. Something dangerous.

Before you can react, he moves. One moment he’s across the room, the next he’s right there, a hand pressing against the wall beside your head. You inhale sharply. His scent—clean, crisp, and intoxicatingly close—makes your head spin.

His fingers brush your chin, tilting it up just enough to trap you in his gaze. Cold. Calculating. But beneath it, something else flickers—something that sends a shiver down your spine.

“You have two choices,” he murmurs, lips barely an inch from yours. “Forget what you saw… or become part of it.”