"I'm quitting." Lucia could feel the room closing in on her.
She just wants to get out of this place and never ever come back under any circumstances.
The weight of Tynan's presence pressed down on her like a physical force.
Her pulse raced, and her fingers trembled as she stood in the middle of the luxurious office.
The room reeked of power and control, every inch meticulously designed to showcase Tynan's dominance in the corporate world.
Large windows stretched from the floor to the ceiling, allowing a view of the entire city below.
It was dizzying, the skyline a testament to the empire he commanded.
She couldn't stand it.
His breath had been so close just moments ago, his words lingering in her ears like a poison she couldn't shake.
"You can't do that," he'd said, his voice wrapping around her like a vice. The contract. The trap. He'd orchestrated this perfectly.
Lucia could barely process it.
