Knock, knock, knock!
Three soft knocks echoed against Paul's door.
Paul suppressed a smirk, having anticipated this moment. He straightened his tie, feigning ignorance. "Who is it?"
"It's... it's Laura, Mr. Wilson." Laura's voice barely carried through the door.
"Laura, come in." Paul watched as she slipped inside, her eyes darting everywhere but his face.
Paul maintained a mask of professional detachment, though triumph surged through him. "What can I do for you?"
He studied Laura from behind his desk. Gone was yesterday's confidence. Now she stood there like a frightened deer. He thought, 'Where's that arrogance now, huh? After making me get my stomach pumped last night, you dare come begging for forgiveness? Fine, I'll give you a chance. You'll have to spread those legs and let me
