The queen of his ruin

Sebastian sat in his office located at the top of the skyscraper, with long transparent windows, showing the city view and nearby companies, honking sound filled the air as cars moved through traffic to their various destinations. The brightness of the sun reflected on nearby buildings, making them shine brighter. Inside his office, everything was neatly organized. Calm, perfect and controlled. Just the way he likes it. His black suit coat hung neatly on a chrome hanger beside the desk, leaving him in a crisp white dress shirt whose sleeves were rolled slightly above his wrists. His shirt hugged his perfectly structured body, he had unbuttoned the first three buttons, revealing a part of his toned hard chest, his tie hanging loosely on the hanger as he took it off before sitting to tend to the paperwork stacked on his mahogany table surface. He preferred working without interruptions, but right now his mind has drifted towards his wife. Valeska. It was their third anniversary, and he wanted to spend the day with her at home before evening, but at the same time, work always tends to ruin all his romantic plans. “I have to make it up to her,” he thought. She has taken up all the space in his mind, leaving nothing. He picked up the first set of papers on his left, and looking through it, it had blueprints, contract agreement, structural calculations. All the files in relation to his company's newest project, his company has secured a construction project. A project that will raise the name of his company, make it to the headlines, and nail his company's reputation for decades. to come. Sebastian intended to execute it perfectly. He shifted forward in his chair, scanning through the architectural layout of the project with calculating eyes. A black and gold pen with his name engraved on it rested in between his fingers as he took note of the budget, comparing designs and changing margins. He always works with precision, his workers secretly call him “No mistake” in his absence.“Precision matters a lot if you are aiming to succeed in business, because one mistake could cost millions or take lives.” As he always says. Seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours of him still sitting, immersed in his work, the sound of his pen against paper, unusually loud because of the silence in his office. The afternoon sun shines brightly, casting streaks of light and shadows across his table. He was done with the paperwork. He stood up and walked towards the coffee machine to make coffee. Buzz. His phone vibrated, he ignored it. He finished making his coffee as he was about to sip it. Buzz Buzz His phone vibrated again. He sighed and walked towards the phone. His hand moved toward the phone resting beside the stack of files and picked it up, he dropped the cup of coffee on the table to check what the message was about. It's from an unknown number. Three messages. No text. Just videos. His brows furrowed slightly. This was his personal line meant for family and close friends. He barely gives the line out to people except when they are extremely familiar with each other. The video fueled his curiosity. He opened his inbox and tapped the first video, and it started playing.At first, Sebastian looked confused. The room shown in the video was dimly lit with warm red lights. The date the video was taken was boldly written on it. Soft music hummed faintly in the background. A tall chrome pole stood in the center of the room. And then…a woman stepped into the frame. Her skin is smooth like silk, long dark thick hair flowing down her back. Her movement was seductive and graceful as she swayed her hips to the pole. She wore red lingerie, lace, delicate, revealing. Sebastian froze immediately when he saw her face. It was Valeska, his wife.