Chapter 284
"You mean, John was actually the chairman's right-hand man all along?"
"What if he was planted in marketing to keep an eye on Jenny? Think about it, John was sidelined for a year. Everyone in the department knew. Who would put up with that? Even after he openly challenged Jenny and Mr. Foster, did anyone bat an eyelid?"
Doubt clouded her voice, but the seed was planted.
Now, she was eating out of my hand. "You're right," she breathed, a note of awe in her voice. "John is Mr. Walton's man. Thank goodness you explained it to me, I would have been done for."
I sent a smiling emoji. "You should try working with him. Since you can't fight him, make peace."
"Make peace? Why?"
"Don't be dense. He's the chairman's assistant now. You're a vice president, sure, but he's practically untouchable. One word from him, and you're finished! Especially after how you treated him before, he has every reason to retaliate."
Her voice dropped to a horrified whisper. "What should I do? I was so awful to him!"
"Relax, he'll come around. John's a reasonable guy. I've talked to him, he's easygoing. Apologize, and he'll forgive you."
"Really? I don't dare to hope..."
"If all else fails, use your... assets. Seduce him. With your looks, I'm sure he'll cave."
"But... won't you be angry?"
"Of course not," I lied smoothly. "But to avoid suspicion, maybe don't go all the way."
"Okay, I'll try!"
"Dad, I have to go," she said hurriedly. "I'm going to find him now!"
A few minutes later, a knock sounded at my door. "Come in!"
The door swung open, revealing a slightly disheveled Nicole, beads of sweat dotting her forehead.
I schooled my features into an impassive mask. "Ms. Cooper, what a surprise."
She closed the door behind her, a nervous smile playing on her lips. "John, there's something I need to talk to you about."
"What could possibly require Ms. Cooper's personal attention?"
I leaned back in my chair, feigning indifference.
"It's... personal."
"Personal? I don't believe we have anything to discuss."
I pulled out a cigarette. She hurried forward, lighting it with a practiced flick of the lighter. I took a drag, enjoying her eagerness, the power I suddenly held over her.
Controlling her in person was far more exhilarating than through a screen.
'Look at you now, all humility and subservience.' I thought.
She probably hadn't anticipated the lowly deputy director becoming the chairman's right-hand man, outranking her in the blink of an eye.
She leaned forward, her blouse gaping slightly, revealing a glimpse of the purple lace camisole I'd seen in her earlier video.
I'd seen every inch of her, but seeing it in person was a different kind of thrill.
I glanced down, and she leaned further, making sure I had an unobstructed view.
To make things even more interesting, she seemed to have worked herself up beforehand, her arousal evident.
Compared to Mia, her seduction skills were amateurish at best.
Crude and obvious, like a cheap imitation.
"Just spit it out, Ms. Cooper." I exhaled a plume of smoke, momentarily obscuring her face. She didn't flinch, her smile unwavering.
"John, about before... there was a misunderstanding. I came to apologize."
I knew it.
I narrowed my eyes. Every time she apologized, I expected her to rip her clothes off and pounce.
"I wouldn't dare do anything to you," I said, feigning fear. "What if I get into trouble?"
She giggled, a practiced sound. "John, you're so funny. I'm a willing participant, remember? Besides, everyone knows actions have consequences."
She whirled around, bracing her hands on the desk, her skirt riding up her thighs. "Don't you agree, John?"
"Ms. Cooper, this is highly inappropriate. Someone might get the wrong idea."
I kept my expression neutral, playing the part.
"Relax," she purred. "You're the chairman's assistant now. No one would dare to interrupt you."
She swayed her hips suggestively.
Objectively, she was a seven out of ten, but she had a killer body.
Her office attire accentuated her curves, no wonder Lucas was putty in her hands.
"This is still company property," I said pointedly.
Before she arrived, I'd strategically placed my phone, its camera trained on her. I wanted her to experience the thrill of being watched, of being completely under my control.
And something told me that Nicole, used correctly, could be a valuable asset.
"John, I made a mistake. Don't you want to punish me? What if I do it again?"
She hiked her skirt up a little higher.
I exhaled slowly. The woman had a thing for being dominated.
As if on cue, her headband snapped, sending her hair cascading down her back.
"Oh no, my headband!"
She tucked a stray strand behind her ear. "John, do you have a spare?"
I smirked, wondering what she was playing at. "I don't think I do."
Her eyes darted around the room, finally settling on my belt buckle. "Your belt looks nice," she purred. "Can I borrow it?"
So that was her game.
"You want it?" I chuckled, a dangerous edge to my voice. "Get on your knees and beg."
Her smile faltered, a flicker of anger flashing across her face. For a moment, she didn't move.
"It seems Ms. Cooper still hasn't learned her lesson. No worries. I hear there's a senior management meeting coming up, and..."
I let the threat hang in the air. Her anger vanished, replaced by a sycophantic smile. "John, you're so bad! I was just trying to figure out the best way to ask."
"I'm a simple man, easy to please."
I knew she didn't want to, but I needed to see her broken, kneeling before me, begging for something she thought she deserved.
She bit her lip, then slowly sank to her knees, resting her hands on my thighs. "John," she purred, "Please, let me serve you. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"You don't sound very sincere."
I tapped my ear, pretending to be unconvinced.
"I am, I am!"
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice dangerously soft.
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