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Tasha woke with sunbeams dancing across her face. She had a pounding headache from all the liquor she had consumed yesterday evening. She squinted around the unfamiliar room, trying to recall how she ended up there. Everything seemed vague except for the frenzied night of passion with some man.

"Fabian?!, " she called out, and nobody answered her.

"Where am I?" she stammered out in confusion. Immediately, the door opened and a maid walked in carrying chicken soup on a tray.

"The boss will see you soon," the maid said with decorum.

Tasha's heart was racing. "Boss?" she muttered under her breath, puzzled. This was not the way things were supposed to go.

Tasha turned to the maid, furrowing her brow. "Who's in charge?" she asked urgently. But the maid stared at her with a blank expression before turning and leaving the room silently.

As the door closed behind her, a tall figure stepped into the room. Tasha's heart started to pound in her chest.

"I can see you're finally awake," he said, h