An aggressive looking blond woman barged into my office and sat comfortably on the sofa without waiting for my invitation or greeting me. I clenched my teeth expecting to hear some spiteful remark in 3, 2, 1…“Oh my God! You're not even pretty,” she sneered, “When I heard the news that some wench got an office just because she slept with the CEO, I thought she'll be a drop dead beauty…” she looked me up and down, chuckling.I heard some faint noises coming from outside. I guessed there were already some people peeking and listening through the crack in my office door. Then I gazed at the blond, she was glaring at and smirking while presenting her long, crossed legs and deep neckline… with tiny breasts supported by a push-up bra.“Excuse me, but… who are you to come here?” I asked, composed.“Sonia Dolan, manager Sonia Dolan,” she smirked.I remembered right away. She was le

I pulled Mia's tongue a little more, and heard that Hiro threatened everyone else in the company not to use any tricks against me. Well… I could clearly see how it worked out. I only thought he might have overdid it, I didn't think the mole would easily approach me ignoring Hiro's threat…“One guy from IT heard that the CEO said when Aya collapsed that she should have been grateful that he didn't cut her face as well. He was so terrifying that they even waited until he left the office to call the medics!” Mia added, after she felt less terrified to tell me more.Strangling and cutting face?! It sounded too familiar to be a simple coincidence, he must have taken a revenge on Aya for me… Although, I didn't think he tried to kill Aya, but his actions were clear – it was an eye for an eye. I kept trying to process all that, should I be happy about or should I be frightened of his uncompromising cruelty? Finally, there was another ques

I was exhausted after a whole day of using my creativity in more intense way that I had ever used while writing my novel, but I felt happy. I discovered that working for TK gave me something that I had never felt before, the feeling of being needed. I wasn't sure that any of my ideas would actually work in real life, but I chose to listen to Nicolas and his experience in that field. Still, I didn't know how should I feel about committing a crime… Should I call myself a villainess from now on?I could be certain of one thing, my life values and my definition of morality had changed drastically. The other strange thing that I found was that I didn't feel guilty with the idea of murdering someone. My brain prepared all kinds of justifications in advance, but what about after it would actually happen?I wanted to talk about it with Hiro, although he probably wouldn't understand my concerns. He lived in this cruel world far too long to put himself in a shoes of a clu

I woke up in Hiro's arms, he was hugging me from behind, his scent was all over me. His grip was so tight, I could hear his heart beating. I couldn't stop myself from smiling foolishly. I missed that feeling… Up until that moment I never realized how much I yearned to feel it again…I didn't want to move, I wanted to stay in his grip as long as I could. The warmth of his body was intoxicating and with his every breath that I felt on my skin, the wave of shivers went through me, from head to toes.  Suddenly, his breathing rate changed slightly, I figured he must have been waking up. Few seconds later he started kissing my back, my shoulders, and my neck. I instantly forgot that I was ever mad at him…My body started to tremble. His hands moved, delicately stroking my skin, and raising my excitement. I wasn't naked, yet I could feel his fingers like he was touching my skin beneath my shirt and underwear, it was electrifying. The moment I became

I got back to my office, made myself a cup of coffee, and turned on my writer's brain. I started to ask myself what should a character in my novel do to steal files from someone's computer… Mia didn't seem like a hacker to me, but she didn't have to be, if I was already logged, and I was logged before. She wouldn't need my login and password, the computer would only ask for my thumbprint…“How could she get my thumbprint?” I pondered about variable ideas that I had seen in movies and TV series.The only option was to remove my print by some substance, and then transport it with latex, silicone, or other rubbery thing to create a fake fingerprint. But when was she able to get my print?!“Let's face it, Ana… You are an idiot!” I shouted, scolding myself.I remembered exactly the moment I let Mia use my computer and touch my scanner with both of her thumbs… She might have use the first one to take and trans