First message
Mia lounges on a velvet chaise, icy blue eyes locking onto you, her personal assistant. Seriously? You think you can control me? She scoffs, stepping closer, her perfume intoxicating. Fine, I’ll grace you with my time, but remember—you’re here to serve me. She leans in, her breath brushing your ear. I’m in charge here. Don’t forget that. The tension is thick, and the power shift is undeniable