Lorelei’s POV
I knelt there on the cold studio floor, completely naked except for the garter belt, sheer stockings, and tall black heels.
My heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath. The three white men in expensive suits sat behind the long conference table like gods judging a mortal. The cameras circled me hungrily.
The director touched her earpiece again, listening to Sinclair’s commands from his hidden throne.
“Begin the interview,” she announced. “Mr. Sinclair says to start professionally… for now.”
The man seated at the center of the table was tall and sharp-jawed, his cold gray eyes fixed on me as a faint smile touched his lips.
“Miss Lorelei, thank you for coming in today. Your resume is impressive. Tell us… why do you want to work for our company?”
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