Ms. Adams, New Mission... 2

Justin leaned back as Ms. Adams walked in, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, the sound as deliberate as the sway of her hips. His eyes followed her like a predator tracking its prey, dark and sharp, taking in every detail as she made her way toward him.

She was... insane. Her silver hair, styled in soft waves, framed a face that didn't belong in an office—it belonged in a fucking movie. Full lips painted in a glossy nude shade parted slightly, like they were waiting to say something dangerous or maybe do something worse than seductive. Her fitted blazer was buttoned low, giving a generous view of her cleavage, a temptation she made no effort to hide.

And that skirt—tight as hell, with a slit high enough to showcase her legs as she moved.

Justin could practically feel the heat rolling off her. Everything about her screamed confidence, control, and fuck me if you dare. Her Veil Meter confirmed it.

Name: [Ms. Adams]

Soul: [Not Snatched]

Fear: [50/100]

Dark Lust: [85/100 (Greedy Lust, Highly Sexual)]

Stand: [Not Loyal]

Take: [Intimidate, Seduce, and Recruit]

Justin's lips twitched into a smirk as he straightened up, letting his hands slide into his pockets. "Ms. Adams," he said, his voice low, slow, almost like a purr. "You really know how to make an entrance."

She stopped a few feet away, her head tilting slightly as if she was considering how to respond. Her gaze flicked over him briefly, lingering just long enough to be noticeable, before she gave him a sly smile and made her way to the seating area.

Justin greeted, his voice dripping with smooth authority, a subtle edge underneath. He waved her toward the seating area on the far side of the office. "Why don't you take a seat?"

She moved like she knew he was watching—hips swaying, her hand brushing against the curve of her thigh like it was all part of the show.

When she sat down, crossing her legs, the slit of her skirt slid open just enough to reveal more skin.

Justin's eyes trailed down, unapologetic, before snapping back up to meet hers. She arched a brow, a small smirk tugging at her lips like she'd caught him red-handed—and didn't mind one bit.

He pushed off the desk, walking toward her with the easy confidence of someone who always got what he wanted. "Adams," he began, standing over her like a king addressing his subject, "I had to dig a little deeper into your... unique resume. You've got quite the reputation, don't you?"

She leaned back slightly, her arms resting on the sides of the couch, her posture screaming relaxation, but her eyes glinted with something sharper. "I like to think my work speaks for itself," she replied, her voice silky smooth.

Justin chuckled, his eyes roaming over her again, slower this time. "Oh, it speaks, alright. Loud as hell." He paced a few steps, gesturing casually as he spoke. "The Black Veil's most successful high escort, top earner for years. Senators, CEOs, you name it—you had them all eating out of the palm of your hand. And then, your final job. The Senator of Florida."

Adams' expression didn't falter, but Justin saw the subtle shift in her posture, her hands tightening just a bit on the armrest.

Justin stopped pacing and turned to face her, his smile sharp enough to cut. "You nailed that one, huh? Got yourself a seat at the table, a shiny board membership, and a hell of a story to go with it."

He stepped closer, leaning down slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Of course, there's the little matter of what happened after a week later after acquisition of your membership seat... Senator ends up dead—shot, no struggle, no forced entry. Cops call it clean. Sounds like whoever did it was someone he trusted. Someone... close. No signs of a break-in, no struggle, nothing."

Adams's face was unreadable, her dark eyes steady on his.

Justin took another step closer, folding his arms as he studied her. "Weird, right? I mean, someone had to be close to him. Someone he trusted enough to let them get that close without flinching."

His smirk sharpened. "Wouldn't you agree, Ms. Adams?"

She didn't flinch, didn't even blink. Her poker face was iron-clad, but Justin could feel the tension thickening in the air like a storm cloud.

Adams leaned back slightly, her full lips pressing into a thin line before she finally spoke, her voice low and steady. "Is there a point to this, Mr. Black?"

Adams held his gaze, her smile frozen in place. Her poker face was solid, but Justin could feel the tension rising between them, thick and electric.

Justin chuckled softly, turning and pacing again, his hands shoved casually into his pockets. "Oh, there's always a point, Adams I just like setting the stage first. You don't mind, do you?"

"Where did I stop with my little story... oh, right... After an investigation, it turns out... he had some messy debts with a mafia gang. The same gang, apparently, that got him his senator seat. Oh, and wasn't it right after he took office that you joined the agency?" Justin's voice was casual, almost too casual.

Ms. Adams's face tightened, but she nodded, her jaw clenched. "What exactly are you trying to get at, Mr. Justin?"

She stood abruptly, closing the space between them as if to challenge him. His arms crossed, a small smirk playing on his lips. She was right in front of him now—close enough for him to take in the deep curve of her cleavage, her flushed cheeks, and those perfect lips trembling ever so slightly. He smiled, slow and calculated.

"Oh, nothing really," he murmured. "I'm just curious... How's your father doing these days?"

Her face fell like a stone, her eyes going wide with pure shock. She staggered back falling back in her seat.

"Judging by that reaction," he said, his voice low, almost playful, "I'm guessing Ms. Adams isn't the orphan she claimed to be, huh?"

He leaned in close, so close she could feel the heat of his breath against her ear. "I wonder," he whispered, his tone dripping with menace, "what kind of reward the government would give me for delivering the late senator's murderer wrapped in a neat little bow?"

When he glanced back at her, she still hadn't moved, but there was a flicker in her gaze, just for a second. Fear? Yeah. Frustration? Definitely.

He leaned back, his smirk widening. "Relax, Adams. You're smart, ambitious, and let's be honest—you've got a talent. I'm not here to dredge up ghosts. I'm here to talk about the future. Your future, specifically. Let's call this... a career counseling session." His eyes flicked briefly to her exposed leg before meeting hers again. "That's a skill I can use. And I don't care how you've used it before. What matters now is how you're gonna use it... for me."

Her lips parted slightly, but she didn't speak, her expression caught somewhere between intrigue and caution.

Justin took a step back, running a hand through his hair and flashing her a casual grin. "Think about it, Adams. You and me? We could be unstoppable. But you gotta be showed where you stand first!"

The silence that followed was charged, like the moment before lightning struck.

[Ding! Seduce, f**k and recruit Ms. Adams (Martinez)

Rewards: Wealth Snatcher Ability!]

Justin stepped closer, so close, leaning down slightly, just enough to invade her space without being obvious. "You've got ambition, Martinez. I like that. And I don't give a fuck what you did to get here. What matters now is how you're gonna stay here... with me." he whispered a hot breath in her ear.

[Lust: 90...]