I’m still being merciful to her." Lukas replied coolly to Isaiah, his voice steady and unyielding as he leaned back in his massive leather chair behind the expansive CEO desk. The office was a fortress of power—floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the bustling city, dark wood paneling gleaming under recessed lights, a wall of awards and framed deals testifying to his empire. "She said she wanted to be treated like a regular worker, so I did exactly that. This is the perfect contract for her situation. Don't you have the same kind of contract yourself?"
"But my salary is not this small, Sir! This is—this is exploitation!" Isaiah protested, his usual poised demeanor cracking with genuine concern. Isaiah—sharp-featured, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit and blouse, his d
