Chapter 8 - Alexander’s Desperate Sweet-Talk
Alexander’s posture shifted instantly from aggressive panic to oily charm as he walked around the desk and leaned close.
He placed his manicured hands on the edge of my desk, flashing the charismatic smile that had charmed investors for a decade.
“Come on, sweetheart... let’s not air our dirty laundry in front of the board and ruin our family name over a mistake,” he pleaded softly.
“A mistake? You embezzled company funds, bought my mother-in-law’s birthday gift for your mistress, and let her bully entry-level staff?” I asked.
“I made a lapse in judgment, okay? Every man in my position slips up eventually,” he whispered, trying to reach for my hand.
I pulled my hand back sharply as if his touch were venomous, staring at him with absolute, unyielding disgust.
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“You didn’t just slip up, Alexander; you built an entire web of deceit assuming I would stay buried in regional manufacturing plants forever.”
The charismatic smile vanished from his face, replaced by the cold, calculating glare of a desperate corporate predator backed into a corner.
