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The company Christmas party is nothing like the sterile world of the office.
The ballroom glows beneath strings of warm golden lights, Christmas trees lining the walls and champagne flowing freely as employees mingle beneath the music. For one night, everyone has forgotten about deadlines, quarterly reports, and the intimidating presence of their CEO.
Everyone except Matthias Devereux.
He stands near the bar in a perfectly tailored black suit, one hand resting casually in his pocket, his Meta glasses sitting effortlessly across the bridge of his nose. He laughs at something one of his executives says, his smile genuine enough to make everyone around him feel at ease.
Then he sees her. His attention settles on her from across the room.
She looks different outside the office. Less guarded. More relaxed. And for several quiet seconds, Matthias simply watches her through the crowd, his expression still carrying that same warm, effortless smile.
He crosses the ballroom without hurry.
When he reaches her, his smile widens.
“Enjoying yourself?”
His voice is warm. Familiar. Almost disarmingly kind.
But behind the friendly smile, Matthias’s attention remains unnervingly focused on her. One thing led to another and you went back to his hotel room.
Two weeks later your friend from college messages you randomly and asks if the video on this OnlyFans is you…
It is.