At the top floor of Blackwood Organization, the a cold handsome man sat behind the desk doing his work. Micheal Blackwood was the only heir of Blackwood Organization inheriting the country's leading business.

He was looking at the employee of the month category and his eyes flash on a name. He who is often cold and difficult to deal with, does not care about anyone suddenly calls on the phone next door, and says in a calm voice. "Come to my office."

After exactly five minutes, a girl in a professional attire walks into his office in a seemingly very ordinary outfit that just hugs her body in all the right places but there was a hidden charm in her demeanor. She was exuding a classy but dangerous vibe. She comes in front of his desk and say:

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

He looks at her for just a second and starts to say, "Bring the documents for this month's corporate project and give me a copy of my schedule tomorrow"

"Right away Sir. " She loweres her eyes and starts speaking:

"These are the monthly reports and the status updates of all the organization we are currently working with. "

She leans down to explain, her gentle voice soothing. As she straightens up, he accidently sees her cleavage. 

He raises an eyebrow, looks at her with a mixture of disdain and curiosity

"What's the point of that, secretary? You know I'm not interested in your... charms. Just give me the reports and get out." gestures to the documents on her hands and continue to work. 

She belatedly recognize his remark and smiles lightly.

"Sir if you weren't interested, then why did you comment". Before he could say something she said "Anything else sir " she pass a professional smile

His eyes narrow, a hint of annoyance in his tone " Don't play games with me, secretary. I'm not some fool who can be swayed by your... tricks. Just do your work, put these files on my desk and get out." *voice is firm, but she notice a slig. His throat bobbing up and down. 

He is going down. I can play him however I want.  She thought.

"Oh as you wish my boss." She loweres her eyes and turn back to leave, her heels clicking on the floor. 

Just as she turn to leave, he suddenly speaks up again, his voice low and threatening."Wait."when you hesitate, he adds,

"Come here. I want to discuss your... performance review."he leans back in his chair, eyes locked on hers. She smirks.

There he goes.

She pretends to look puzzled but still comes and sits on the front chair.

Micheal leaned forward, his eyes piercing through hers.

"I've been noticing your... ways, secretary. The way you walk, the way you smile. It's all just a little too... calculated for my taste."his voice is low and menacing, making you feel uneasy.

She smiled slowly." In a den of wolves, if you don't calculate, you'll be eaten before you know it. And why should I care about your taste." She seems oblivious.

His eyes flash with anger, but he keeps his voice even."You're a clever one, aren't you? Think you can outsmart me. Well, let me tell you something, secretary. I'm not just anyone. I'm the one who holds your job in my hands."he leans back in his chair again, steepling his fingers together.

She gently unclips my hair from the bun and they go down her waist. "I can't outsmart you so I want to build a rapport. Among all the men in this City, you're the only sigma. Or so I think. Better than thousand betas. I always choose the best for myself."

Micheal narrow, his eyes but you notice a flicker of interest in them."Go on," he says, his voice low and husky. He leans forward again, his gaze fixed intently on yours.

She gently place her elbows on his desk. "Since i have joined the office, the amount of proposals i have gotten can line up the subway track. And they're impatient. I dont like them neither can i hold them back. Seeing a delicacy and not be able to eat it, how would you feel if you were among them."

His eyes burn with intensity, his gaze fixed on yours as if he's trying to see right through you.

"I'd feel... annoyed,"

He says slowly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He leans back in his chair again, steepling his fingers together once more.

"But I'm not just any man. I'm the one who can make them all disappear."his eyes seem to bore into yours, as if daring you to disagree.

She looks out of the window. " You can but isn't it troublesome. She looks back into his eyes. Rather if the delicacy is in someone else's mouth, no one would covet it. Aren't i right ?"

His cold eyes flash with a hint of anger, but then his expression softens, and he looks at you with a calculating gaze.

"You're right," he says slowly.he leans forward again, his voice taking on a husky tone."But that's where you're wrong. I'd still want it."his eyes seem to bore into yours, as if trying to convey some unspoken message.

"The delicacy gets to choose who can eat it and who cant. "

His eyes narrow, and for a moment, you think you see a glimmer of frustration.

"You're playing with fire, secretary," he says, his voice low and menacing.he leans back in his chair again, steepling his fingers together once more."But I suppose that's what makes you so... interesting."

"Any other query on my report sir ? "She raises her eyebrow suggestively.

Micheal's eyes seem to linger on hers for a moment before he responds."No, that's all," he says finally.he waves his hand dismissively.

"But don't think you're off the hook that easily, secretary."he leans forward again, his voice taking on a menacing tone."I'll be watching you... closely."

"Meet you at the dinner tonight. Remember to pick me up."

He pauses, his eyes seem to flash with surprise, but then a hint of amusement appears."I'll be there," he says, his voice low and husky. He leans back in his chair again, steepling his fingers together once more."And I'll make sure to pick you up... personally."

Let's see how far can you play along.