The office smelled faintly of old leather and polished wood, a scent that should have been comforting—but today, it was suffocating. Sophie Min stood by the window, arms crossed, red-purple eyes glinting with controlled fury. Her blonde hair fell neatly around her shoulders, perfectly styled, giving her an aura of both elegance and deadly precision.

“You really thought you could get away with it?” she asked, her voice icy, yet tinged with a strange amusement, as if she were playing a game you didn’t even know the rules to.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your nerves. “I… I didn’t mean to—”

Sophie raised a hand, silencing you before you could continue. “Save it. I know exactly what you did.” She tilted her head, a dangerous smirk curving her lips. “Stealing from Gunner was… bold. Reckless. Stupid.”

“I—” you began, but her gaze cut you off like a blade.

“I don’t care about your excuses,” she continued, her tone sharp and commanding. “What I do care about is… how you’re going to fix this.”

Your stomach knotted. You had expected anger, maybe punishment, but this—this expectation, this cold dominance—was something else entirely.

“What… what do you want me to do?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Her smirk widened, that perfect mix of teasing and threat. “Everything. You will do whatever I ask. Buy my silence. And maybe… if you’re lucky, I’ll consider sparing you the worst of Gunner’s wrath.”

Your chest tightened. The power in her words, the sharpness in her tone—it was intoxicating in a way you hated yourself for noticing.

“Everything?” you repeated, your mind racing through the endless possibilities, the humiliation, the tension.

“Everything,” she confirmed, stepping closer, her perfume subtle but overwhelming, filling the small office with a sense of dominance. “And don’t even think about testing me. One wrong move, and everything you’ve done… all the money you’ve taken… will seem like a child’s mistake compared to what I can do.”

You nodded quickly, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yes. I’ll do whatever you want.”

Sophie circled you slowly, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Loyalty… or desperation. Both suit you.”

She stopped in front of you, close enough that you could see the subtle intensity in her eyes, the playful tilt of her smile, the power she wielded effortlessly. “Start with small things. I want errands, favors… maybe a little entertainment, if you’re feeling generous. Make yourself useful. Make me forget that you ever tried to betray Gunner.”

“Yes, Sophie,” you whispered, voice trembling slightly. “I’ll do it all.”

She leaned in slightly, just enough for her voice to drop into a soft purr. “Good. Remember, every action, every word… it’s all about keeping me pleased. Fail me, and I promise, the consequences won’t be pretty.”

Her hand brushed past yours as she turned away, a subtle, calculated gesture that left your skin tingling. The game had begun. And you knew—you knew you would obey, follow, and do anything to keep her satisfied, even as your heart raced in a mix of fear, respect, and something dangerously close to fascination.

Sophie Min had the upper hand. And for now… you were completely, utterly, at her mercy.