Chapter 2

Heather walked out of the bar. She returned the call she'd ignored earlier.

"Have you gotten the money, Heather?" Macey Zeller's voice was cold as it rang out on the other end of the line.

"Yes, Mrs. Snyder. I'll transfer it to you right now."

"That's great!" Macey's tone immediately warmed. "I can get Whitney out on bail with this sum, but you'll need to think of something for her hospital bill. I don't want to force you into anything, but I've run out of ideas. You can't just stand by and watch us sink, can you?"

Heather pursed her lips. "I understand. I'll try to get the money."

Two months ago, the renowned Snyder Corporation had gone bankrupt. Several members of the Snyder family had been thrown behind bars.

Three days ago, Macey, whose husband was a Snyder, had sought Heather out. Macey had asked Heather to give her a hundred thousand dollars. She wanted to bail her daughter, Whitney Snyder, who had a heart condition, out of jail.

Heather couldn't say no. She was a poor student that the Snyder family had sponsored; they'd also helped to pay for her mother's funeral. She had to return the favor.

She'd been working part-time all these years, but she hadn't been able to save much money after deducting her daily expenses. Heather had borrowed some money from a few friends, but she'd still been short on approximately ten thousand dollars.

Macey had been on her back for the money. Left with no choice, Heather had sold herself to get the money.

She unlocked her phone and checked her bank account. A trace of shame flashed in her eyes when she saw the 20 thousand dollars she'd received not too long ago.

She set aside her feelings as she quickly transferred the money to Macey's account. After that, she stared dazedly at the rain.

Heather had heard that Whitney's heart condition needed her to undergo a heart transplant surgery. She'd done some research and found that these surgeries generally cost a million dollars or more.

As the raindrops landed on the ground, Heather felt like they were bearing down on her.

…

It wasn't easy to hail a cab on a rainy night, so it was already past midnight by the time Heather got home. She was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Before she knew it, she was rudely awakened by her phone ringing.

Heather sat up groggily; her head spun. She picked up her phone and answered it. "Hello?"

As soon as the word was out of her mouth, her throat hurt badly. She felt as if she'd swallowed a knife. Her voice was as hoarse as could be.

"The new president is here, Ms. Sutton. Where are you? Hurry up and get to the office!" Joe Green hung up after that.

Heather was immediately wide awake. When she saw that she was already late, she ran to the bathroom to wash up.

Three months ago, she'd graduated from university. Currently, she was interning at Elkin Group's secretariat department.

The president's position had been vacant this whole time, so many projects at the company had come to a halt. Despite being in her job for two months now, she'd only helped to collect and distribute some simple documents. Work had been relatively easy thus far.

"The new president is called Tyrone Elkin. He's the third son of the Elkin family and is 29 this year. He's six feet and two inches and handsome as heck. He has a horrible temper, though. I thought a younger member of the Elkin family was coming here—I didn't expect it to be him!" Joe said.

There were three secretaries under Elkin Group's secretariat department. Heather, Joe, and Anna Jenkins stood in a row outside the president's office.

Heather rubbed her pounding head after listening to Joe's introduction. She asked curiously, "Is he that scary?"

"Hah! When he took over Elkin Financial last year, it only took him half a month to catch out five senior executives. Three of them jumped off buildings while the other two took their own lives. He had his own people take over the positions of the senior executives, too. Don't you think he's scary?"

It was common enough for a new president to switch out the existing senior executives for his own people, but Tyrone was ruthless enough to drive people to take their own lives. That wasn't just scary—it was cruel!

Joe looked so woeful that Heather started worrying. She didn't want to lose this job.

After a while, Joe said, "Oh, right. You've always been punctual—why were you late today? And what's wrong with your voice?"

Heather smiled awkwardly. "I got caught in the rain last night. I think I have a cold now."

Not only did she have a cold, but she was also sore all over. She felt horrible.

Anna said mockingly, "Yeah, right. I bet you spent the whole night in a man's bed."

As the only man present, Joe felt awkward. "Anna, don't be so coarse."

She sneered. "Me, coarse? It's not like I'm lying. Look at how weirdly she was walking this morning. Does she think everyone's blind? She obviously had a man fuck her brains out last night! Do you dare say I'm wrong, Heather?"

Heather wasn't feeling well, so she ignored Anna. Anna took this to be an admission of guilt; she refused to let the matter slide. She grabbed Heather by the arm and snarled, "You were with a man last night, weren't you? Who was it?"

Heather was annoyed. She was about to push Anna away when the door to the president's office swung open. A handsome young man in a sharp suit walked out with a frown. "What man? What's all the noise about?"

According to Joe, the young man's name was Caleb Hall. He was Tyrone's trusty and loyal assistant.

"We were just chatting, Mr. Hall. It's nothing." Anna hurriedly released Heather and put on a coquettish smile.

"This is the company, not a bar or tavern. Don't talk about sleeping around in a place like this!" Caleb said coldly.

Anna shut her mouth awkwardly. She felt embarrassed. Caleb continued, "Mr. Elkin wants to see you three. Head inside."

…

A man in a black suit sat on a large couch in the president's office. His long legs were crossed elegantly, and he leaned back leisurely as he studied a document. He held a fountain pen as he scribbled something on the document.

The sunlight streamed inside through the window and landed on him. His features were perfectly carved, and he exuded an extraordinary air.

Heather followed the two other secretaries in. She was the last to enter the office. As they approached the new president, she couldn't help finding him a little familiar.

When she got a clear glimpse of his face, her mind went blank.

It was him! The face belonged to the man she'd just met a few hours ago! He was handsome and looked like the perfect gentleman. He fit Joe's description of being "handsome as heck."

At the same time, he was also the man who'd bought Heather's virginity for 20 thousand dollars. He was the new president!

That wasn't even the worst of it. Heather's gaze landed on Tyrone's left hand. Her pupils constricted.

Tyrone was handsome, and his hands also looked good. He had two rings on his fingers—the one on his index finger was dark gold, while the other white gold one was on his ring finger.

He was married!

"The three secretaries are here, Mr. Elkin." Caleb stopped beside the couch and spoke respectfully.

Tyrone remained cool and distant. He finished signing the documents he was reviewing before looking up at the secretaries. When his cool gaze swept over Heather, he paused. He'd obviously recognized her.

Heather wore a fitting black blazer over a white lace shirt and a black knee-length skirt. The skirt revealed her long, shapely legs. She was a beautiful sight.

Just a few hours earlier, she'd worn a cream-colored dress and had looked gentle and demure. It was a different look from how she was now, but she was still as gorgeous.

A trace of iciness flitted past Tyrone's eyes. "What's your name?"

Now that his cold voice was free of the hoarseness that men got after doing the deed, there was no hiding the oppression he exuded. He sounded like he was only asking Heather for her name as part of a simple process. He acted like they didn't know each other.

"Good morning, Mr. Elkin. My name is Heather Sutton. I'm an intern, and this is only my second month in this job. However, you can rest assured about my work. I've already familiarized myself with every department in the company, and I'll do my best from now on," Heather said.

She felt a little diffident and—oddly enough—guilty. Though she hadn't been the one to actively seek Tyrone out last night, she'd still slept with him. She couldn't help feeling like a homewrecker.

When Heather spoke, her tone was naturally on the soft side. Her sore throat added a hint of hoarseness to her voice. It made her sound like she was speaking coquettishly. It easily reminded Tyrone of a few scenes from last night.

She'd sat above him, crying incessantly as he'd pistoned into her. Later, her voice had turned hoarse from overuse. His heart had softened at the sight, and he'd taken mercy on her by going a little easier.

This was what all men were like. If they couldn't get their fill of a woman, they'd want to have her again and again.

"I want everyone to leave, except for Heather," Tyrone said.