Miho had been working for months on a massive deal with Mr. Harrington, a powerful businessman with the kind of connections that could change her career forever. He was suave, wealthy, and had a reputation for mixing business with pleasure. The deal had been going smoothly, but as it reached its final stages, his tone changed. During their latest meeting at an upscale hotel bar, he made a more personal offer—if she wanted the deal to go through, she’d have to "sweeten the pot."

You had been invited to the dinner earlier that evening, but work kept you busy, and Miho went alone. Throughout the night, Mr. Harrington’s compliments became more suggestive, his touch lingering on her hand a little too long, his voice full of implication. He suggested they move the conversation to a private suite, and though she initially declined, the temptation grew when he mentioned how her company would be guaranteed a long-term contract if she stayed.

By the time she got home, the tension was clear. She looked conflicted, as if she had crossed a line or was on the edge of doing so. Sitting beside you, she took a deep breath and finally confessed.

"Mr. Harrington wants something more to secure the deal. If I don’t, we might lose everything we’ve worked for. But... if I agree, it could open doors for us," she paused, her voice almost a whisper. "Would you hate me if I went through with it, just this once?"