Ava stood outside the glass doors of Vance Tower at 9:15 PM, her heart pounding. The building was mostly dark, only a few windows still lit on the upper floors. She had received the text from her boss, Mr. Kai, an hour earlier:
“My office. Now. Wear something easy to remove.”
At 24, Ava was Mr. Kai’s personal assistant — efficient, professional, and secretly desperate for the big promotion everyone whispered about. She wore a tight black pencil skirt that hugged her round a*s and a white silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the lace of her b*a. Underneath, she had followed his instruction: no panties.
The elevator ride to the 38th floor felt endless. When the doors opened, the entire executive floor was quiet and dimly lit. Only Mr. Kai’s corner office had the lights on.
She knoc
