What Are You Doing Here?

Christy walked into the sleek, modern lobby of Damien’s company, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. Heads turned as she made her way to the reception desk, her provocative outfit—a tight, low-cut dress that clung to her curves—drawing stares from employees and visitors alike.

Her bold red lipstick and meticulously styled hair completed the look, exuding an air of calculated seduction.

Without waiting for an invitation, Christy approached the receptionist. “I’m here to see Damien,” she declared, her voice confident and assertive.

The receptionist, momentarily taken aback by Christy’s appearance and demeanor, hesitated. “Do you have an appointment?”

Christy flashed a cold smile. “No, but he’ll want to see me. Trust me.”

There was something in her tone that brooked no argument, and the receptionist, sensing the tension, decided it was best not to challenge her. “One moment, please,” she said, picking up the phone to call Damien’s office.

Meanwhile, Christy gla