Chapter 7: Work Overtime

Heather froze, the heat in his body plummeting instantly, the flames in his eyes extinguished, replaced by a coldness like an Arctic glacier. Prisley couldn't help but shiver.

He was used to being on a pedestal, adored by all - when had he ever been subjected to such ridicule?

For four years, Prisley had been completely subservient to him. No matter how angry he became or how unreasonable his demands, she had always complied without question. And now she dared to defy him?

His face darkened like a storm cloud. He looked at Prisley, her innocent and beautiful face devoid of its usual compliance, now resembling an angry cat baring its teeth and claws.

"Very well, fulfill the contract. Perfect!" he gritted his teeth.

Heather quickly dressed and planted a cold, heavy kiss on Prisley's lips before turning and leaving.

The room, once filled with a lingering sense of ambiguity, now felt empty and cold, leaving Prisley with a shiver down her spine.

She pressed the back of her hand to her slightly sore lips, a metallic taste lingering in her mouth. The discomfort inside her surged to its peak after being kissed like that by Heather twice in one day.

She knew all too well that Heather was not an easy person to deal with. Whenever he was displeased, he would come up with a hundred ways to torment her.

And she, just a mere ant, could easily be trampled underfoot by him.

The next day was the weekend. Prisley got a call from Heather early in the morning, "Come to the office for overtime."

She didn't ask why, but immediately changed her clothes and left.

Heather was a workaholic, showing no regard for day or night when it came to work. Even on Christmas Eve, he would demand results. Over the years, Prisley had gotten used to it.

When she arrived at the office, well before the usual working hours, Heather was already there.

He had taken off his suit jacket, left his tie loose, unbuttoned two buttons on his white shirt, exuding a professional yet somewhat lazy demeanor.

"Good morning, Heather. I brought coffee and cakes from that café you like," Prisley said, placing the bag on his desk, her face adorned with the freshest morning smile.

She didn't hold a grudge overnight. With such a handsome boss and a high salary, she was content.

"The business proposal for Gadget Tech Intelligence and other investment projects are here for your review," Heather said, gesturing to the thick stack of documents on the table.

Prisley's heart sank - this wasn't something that could be done in a week or two.

"Heather, I've already submitted my resignation. I'm not suitable for taking on new projects. But I can help with some support tasks."

Heather's face turned cold, still upset over Prisley's teasing from last night.

"Do as you're told. You can't leave until the work is done," he said coldly.

Prisley understood that Heather was deliberately making things difficult for her. There was no point in arguing. Silently, she picked up the documents and headed for her office.

Just as she placed the thick file on her desk, Heather, with an aura of coldness, strode in.

"Is there anything else, President Rynn?"

"Prisley, am I not good enough for you? What more do you want?" he pressed, towering over her, his tall frame blocking the light from her view. A feeling of oppression made Prisley dare not lift her head.

He had thought that after one night, Prisley would forget the previous unpleasant things, say some soft words to cheer him up, or even change her mind about resigning.

But she dared to confront him directly. His pride took a hit, igniting a raging fire in his heart.

Prisley stepped back nervously, but Heather grabbed her arm and pulled her closer.

"Five million dollars and a house isn't enough for you? How much do you want? Afraid of conflict with Filla? No problem, it won't happen again." Heather said, barely containing his anger.

Prisley raised her head, a cold smile on her lips. "Indeed, the money and house are used to buy my dignity. I can sign a love contract with a single man, you provide the money, and I trade my body - that's nothing. "

"But I won't interfere with other people's feelings."

"Since you chose her, you don’t need this fake me anymore."

She remembered Heather's words. "If you pay more than enough..." and felt completely humiliated.

"What does it matter if I buy your dignity? Isn't the money and the house enough? Name your price," Heather scoffed.

"Four years ago, you told me you needed money, you wanted a lot of money - no problem, I'll deal with you. And now too. In fact, anytime. "

"That was then... and now I'm different. Now I can choose not to deal," Prisley frowned in pain, a few tears rolling down her cheeks.

It was a painful memory for her.

When she was 11, her mother died of cancer, leaving unpaid bills even after selling all her paintings and borrowing money from others.

Four years ago, Prisley saw her mother's artwork in an auction catalog, with a staggering price.

At the time, she had just graduated from college and still owed student loans, unable to even attend the auction.

All she wanted at that time was to make a lot of money.

Over the years, her success at work and Heather's generosity made her wealthy. But despite scouring galleries and auction houses, she never saw her mother's paintings again. It was a forever pain in her heart.

Heather scoffed, "What's different? You're just more expensive now."

"Everything can be bought and sold, everything has a price."

Indeed, she was nothing but a plaything in his eyes. Her past infatuation seemed so foolish now.

Prisley's anger was irritating. "Heather, I'm not selling anymore. You can go trade with someone else.”

"My salary is enough for me. Take back all the money from the contract, all the gifts you gave me - I want none of it! I'll pay back the fine in installments!"

Prisley shouted at Heather. Since her pain had bee trampled, she didn't need to be obedient anymore.

The office fell into a dead silence, only the heavy breathing of the two remained. Their chests heaved, their eyes locked on each other in anger.

Heather's heart stung, finally understanding that Prisley was determined to leave, and he couldn't stop her anymore.

He felt a mix of emotions, a sense of being scorned, humiliated, deceived and betrayed...

All these feelings were ignited by a spark. He pushed Prisley forcefully against the desk.

"You're right, you're just Filla's substitute, I'm just used to it. Don't think too much of yourself, thinking I can't live without you!" he didn't hide his aggression.

"I don't think like that, President Rynn. I'm a nobody, easily replaceable," Prisley replied coldly, her voice shaking.

"It's good that you understand. I can let you go, but before that, fulfill the contract one last time.” 

"Have sex with me.” 

"Right here!” 

"Now!"

He began to forcefully remove her clothes.