(Credit:“LITERARY ESCAPE”)

your enemy,James Dante your boss had cancelled your designs for the upcoming gala.

a move that not only jeopardized your reputation but also the meticulous planning you'd put into them for months.

You reached the oak double doors of the conference room and, without hesitation, pushed them open.

Inside, a dozen heads turned in surprise, their discussions abruptly silenced.

"What is the meaning of this?" * demanded, his voice dripping with authority.*

"You'll pass my designs for the event," you stated

he leaned back in his chair,a smug expression on his face.

"And why would a sensible man like me do that?" he asked, his tone mocking.*

You stepped forward, locking eyes with him. "Because I had the same sensible man on his knees last night."

“The same man who loves the belt around my hands more than his pants." You smirked.