Demoting Vanessa: Part Three
Vanessa despised how she obeyed, each step in the low-cut dress an affront to her pride, her body’s compliance a bitter reminder of her forced submission. She stalked through the crowded conference hall, hatred seething beneath the programmed surface, igniting with every whisper and stare from her colleagues. Derek’s smug smile and the phone in his hand sealed her fate. Her body froze, compulsion seizing her like an unshakable chill.