Asher's POV
What's this… she's an influencer?
I muttered under my breath, eyes still glued to the surveillance feed as Secretary Kim filled my screen.
I'd honestly thought she was just keeping in shape with some casual yoga… but no—turns out she had an audience. A phone sat propped neatly on a tripod, angled just right to catch everything, quietly recording as she moved.
And she knew exactly what she was doing.
She dipped into another set of squats, slow and controlled, her braless tits bouncing just enough to keep things interesting, a light sheen of sweat forming along her forehead before trailing down her neck and settling over her chest.
It wasn't even subtle—it felt intentional how she shook her asserts in a provocating manner.
Yeah… no way her viewers were only there for fitness tips.
