Genevieve

I spent the day at the office with the black lace set clinging delicately to my body, just as Arthur ordered. Every time my father smiled at me across the conference table, the friction of the fabric reminded me of the closet and the man sitting at the head of the room. Arthur didn’t even look at me, but I knew he was aware. When I wasn’t looking, he kept stealing glances at me.

The dynamic shifted when Marcus joined us for the afternoon strategy session. Marcus was a rising ...