First Snatch

[Ding! A Soul Snatcher has been acquired (30%) on the first day of system activation.]

He barely reacted, just a slight nod, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the polished wood.

[Bonus Reward: Slithering Allure unlocked! A Manipulator Tongue's skill that makes the Veiler's words almost impossible to resist, weaving irresistible charm into every syllable.]

Justin smirked. "Slithering Allure, huh?" he muttered under his breath. It fit—another tool for his arsenal. But he wasn't done yet.

Ms. Adams, for all her lust-driven surrender, wasn't entirely his. Not yet. She was a powerful board member, sure, but that wasn't enough. She needed to be more than just another conquest.

The system didn't need to tell him what he already knew. Ms. Adams, with all her experience as an escort, had a deep, unspoken fetish for being controlled. It was written all over her face earlier—the way she whispered "daddy" without hesitation, how her moans turned into soft, obedient whimpers, her dreamy eyes locking onto him like he was the only thing that mattered.

She was his sexually, yes, but that wasn't the endgame. Not even close. He needed her allegiance, professionally, her influence in the boardroom, and her unwavering loyalty to his vision.

Justin leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his lips curling into a manipulative smile. He didn't care about her feelings, not really. She was just another piece on his chessboard—a valuable one, sure, but still a pawn.

And when she stepped into this office, he'd make sure she understood exactly where she stood.

This wasn't love. It wasn't even about lust anymore. This was power, plain and simple. And Justin Black wasn't the type to lose.

*****

The door creaked open, and Ms. Adams stepped inside, completely naked.

She carried herself like she owned the room, as if her lack of clothing was nothing more than a power play. She spotted the pile of her discarded clothes near the couch and moved toward them with casual confidence.

Justin was seated behind his desk, eyes focused on his screen, barely sparing her a glance. He looked up once when she bent to pick up her blouse, then again as she slipped into her skirt, but his expression remained, detached, as though she were a stranger passing through.

Once dressed, she leaned against the desk, crossing her arms with a smirk. "You're not even gonna say anything? Not even a sarcastic comment, boss?"

Justin finally looked at her, his face unreadable. "What do you want me to say? You're dressed now, and we have work to discuss. Take a seat."

Ms. Adams rolled her eyes but complied, sinking into the chair across from him. "Alright, let's hear it. What's so important that you couldn't even pretend to care about my dramatic entrance?"

Justin leaned back in his chair, his voice calm but sharp. "You're going to be my assistant. And head of PR."

She blinked, then laughed like she'd just heard the punchline to a bad joke. "I'm sorry, what? You want me to be your assistant? Justin, I'm on the board. I don't take orders from you—or anyone else."

He rested his elbows on the desk, his gaze locking onto hers. "And that's exactly why I need you in this role. You're not just anyone, Ms. Adams. You've been in this industry, in this agency, long enough to know how things actually work. You've seen cleaned up messes, how dealing with crises is like, and you understand people— clients and employees of the company—better than anyone on that board."

Her brows furrowed as she crossed her legs. "So, what, you expect me to babysit this agency while playing secretary? You've lost your damn mind."

"Not babysit," he corrected, his voice smooth, persuasive. "Steer it. Guide it. And, most importantly, control it. PR isn't just press releases and handshakes—it's power. And I need someone who knows how to use that power to keep this agency ahead. That someone is you. The agency's PR is a joke right now, and none of the suits upstairs know how to fix it. But you? You've seen the dirt, dealt with the mess, and, let's be honest, you've got the face to sell a damn lie if you had to."

She scoffed, shaking her head. "You really think flattery is gonna work? I'm not some wide-eyed rookie you can charm into submission."

Justin leaned forward, his tone dipping into something darker, more commanding. "I'm not flattering you, Ms. Adams. I'm stating facts. You're the best person for this job, and we both know it. But if you'd rather sit back and let someone less qualified take this offer off your lap, be my guest. I'll find someone else. You should know i am about to build an empire."

Her lips parted, ready to fire back, but she hesitated. He was making too much sense, and damn it, she hated how persuasive he was.

"And," Justin continued, his voice softening just slightly, "you're not just my assistant. Publicly, sure, there will be someone else filling that spot. A face to distract the board and the media. But you'll be the one pulling the strings. You'll be my ear in the boardroom, my voice in the mess. You'll have power, real power, not just a title."

She stared at him, her skepticism battling with the temptation his words brought. "So, what, I'm your shadow while some Barbie doll plays the part of your assistant?"

"You're honoured to be," he said with a faint smirk. "You'll have the influence without the hassle of the spotlight. It's a win-win. And, come on, Ms. Adams," he said with a casual chuckle. "You practically like to run damage control every time someone screws up I know that much about you. I'm just giving you the title that matches your talents. Unless, of course…" He leaned in slightly, his tone shifting into something softer, more suggestive. "You'd rather sit on the sidelines while this whole empire's core is run by someone like me with another lady besides me? Not very smart for someone with as much at stake as you."

Ms. Adams tilted her head, her mind racing. She hated how damn logical he made it sound and how she could resist that allure of his. She knew for sure now Justin was bound to bring the agency somewhere far from just here—she just didn't know when—she would love to be near the piece of pie.

After a long pause, she exhaled sharply. "Fine. But let's get one thing straight—don't think for a second I'm doing this for you. I'm doing this for me."

'Whatever gives you sleep Adams!' Justin's smirk deepened, his tone dripping with a sarcastic satisfaction of herself justifications. "Of course. It's all about you, Ms. Adams or should I call you Martinez?"