Frederico Grey Volkov
One glance at Liliana’s email and I knew exactly what she was thinking.
The message was polite on the surface — carefully worded resignation, mention of “unprofessional conduct,” a veiled threat to expose the “inappropriate nature” of our relationship if I didn’t accept her immediate termination. She even attached a copy of the contract clause she believed gave her an out. Cute. She still thought rules applied to her.
I leaned back in my leather chair, reading the email twice, a slow smile spreading across my face. No sane man would let go of something this precious.
And funny enough… I wasn’t sane.
I could have ended this in minutes. A single call to my men and they would have tracked her phone, picked her up quietly, and delivered her back to the apartment. Han
