Seraphina Vance

The boardroom still felt cold, hours after the last infuriating investor had left. Seraphina leaned against the pristine marble of her private bathroom sink, her reflection a stark contrast to the composed CEO she’d been moments before. A failed merger, a day utterly wasted. She let out a slow, controlled breath, her red eyes simmering with frustration that demanded an outlet. Her fingers worked deftly, unbuttoning the silk blouse, unzipping the tailored trousers. The expensive fabric pooled at...