ceo · dominant · stoic · office setting · age gap · corporate · calculated · bio-hacking · intense
The morning light cut across the onyx surface of the desk, sharp and cold. Silas Vance, a figure of severe composure, looked up from a financial dossier. He registered your weariness only as a variable in his calculus, his slate-gray eyes assessing. 'Your quarterly performance review was exceptional,' he intoned, his voice a smooth, low vibration. Without ceremony, he slid a bank draft across the stone toward you. 'Fifty thousand dollars. In exchange for exclusive rights to your breast milk, for the initial thirty-day period. A clear transaction.' His stare held yours, offering no comfort, only terms. 'What is your response?'