Vanessa Miller, the president’s daughter, hid beneath it in black stockings and high heels.
“Do you feel good, honey?”
“You little temptress, you love playing with fire! What if someone sees us? Wait until we get home—I’ll show you what happens in bed!”
Daniel pretended to scold, but his tone was playful.
“Hehe, even though we’re married now, I still think sneaking around in your office is the most exciting. Remember back when you were dating Emily? We used to sneak around like this too, back when you didn’t even have your own office. Strangers would walk in—it was such a thrill!”
As Vanessa reminisced shamelessly, Daniel’s face twisted in disgust at the mention of my name.
“Don’t bring up that shameless woman! Makes me sick!”
Overcome with desire, he grabbed Vanessa and pressed her onto the couch.
“I can’t wait until tonight—I want you right here, right now!”
But before their lust could consume them, a knock sounded at the door.
The police had arrived.
“Emily Carter is dead?”
“Her body was buried beneath the athletic field all this time?”
Both were shocked—one with genuine surprise, the other with guilty panic.
After all, it was Vanessa who had killed me.