The soft hum of the air conditioning provided a steady background noise in Dr. Parker's office, but the tension in the room was anything but calming.
The sterile, clinical atmosphere clashed sharply with the clandestine whispers and stolen glances that passed between Dr. Parker and his long-time mistress.
They were playing a dangerous game, one that had been carefully orchestrated for years, and tonight, the stakes were higher than ever.
His mistress paced the length of the office, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor.
Her elegant appearance—dark hair pulled into a sleek chignon, and a tailored dress that hugged her figure—belied the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.
She paused in front of the large mahogany desk, her eyes narrowing as she turned to face D
