Athena watched Alfonso heave in and out harshly, his anger radiating like heat from an open flame. She shook her head and got to her feet. "The offer just dropped to eight million…"
Alfonso's anger immediately deflated. His eyes widening in disbelief, he stuttered an indecipherable apology in resignation, before falling to his knees.
"Please, Athena, have mercy on me…" His voice trembled, desperation etched into every line of his face.
Athena shot him a look of contempt, her gaze as icy as a winter morning. "Mercy? Be real Alfonso. This is pure business. When you're ready, email me the document. But remember, as the day goes by, the value drops."
She was just about to head out when Alfonso unexpectedly grasped her ankles, holding her back. "I'll take it. I'll take your offer."
"Good," Athena said, turning aside and sitting back down after shrugging his hands away from her feet. The power dynamics felt so deliciously delightful to her.
