"Who told you," he repeated, each word sharp and deliberate, "to leave work without my permission?"
My brain stuttered. "What the fuck—"
"I'm not done with you yet." His tone was casual, conversational, like we were discussing weekend plans. "Get dressed. A car is waiting downstairs."
"I—" I sat up, heart hammering. "It's almost midnight. I finished the presentation. I did your corrections and sent it to your email—"
"I said you should redo it. I didn't say you were dismissed for the evening."
"You can't just—"
"You have ten minutes." His voice dropped lower. Colder. "Don't keep me waiting."
The line went dead.
I sat there in the dark, phone still pressed to my ear, trying to process what just happened.
A midnight summons.
From the CEO.
Who also happened to be blackmailing me into being his personal... whatever the hell I was now.
This is my life. This is actually my life.
