I hailed a taxi and headed to Inception Creative, my workplace. As I stepped out of the cab, I could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction. My carefully crafted facade was working flawlessly.
Men with means were unlikely to invest in a nightclub girl, no matter how alluring. But for someone like me, a successful woman in the business world, they could feed both their ambition and desire at the same time.
I had seen countless tactics men used to woo me, from lavish gifts to promises of power. Yoric Lawrence, the CEO of Inception Creative, was no exception. His company, valued at three million dollars, was a respectable start, but it barely scratched the surface of what I sought.
From the moment I joined the company, I could feel Yoric's attraction to me. To win me over, he'd promoted me from team leader to supervisor, then to manager and now, to deputy director. His intentions were clear to everyone, including me. But a mere deputy director was not my ultimate goal.