Vale’s POV
I drummed my fingers on the sleek mahogany desk, staring out through the floor to ceiling glass walls of my corner office. The city sprawled below like it belonged to me—which it practically did.
I owned this f*****g city.
But three weeks without a proper submissive had turned me into a goddamn storm cloud. Elena, my last one, had moved across the country, and the void she left was deeper than I cared to admit. Work suffered. Everyone suffered.
Right now, my secretary was taking the full heat.
“Elena—wait, no. Sarah.” I corrected myself, my voice clipped. “Get me my usual coffee. Black. Single-origin Ethiopian. No sugar. Exactly 180 degrees Fahrenheit. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Sarah, my current secretary, nodded quickly and scurried out. Twenty minutes later she retu
