Cyrus watched the people leave through his office window, each of them relaxed and smiling, eager for the weekend. "Rest while you can, little lambs," he thought, then grimaced. They would stay lambs forever. They had no idea of the effort, the sacrifices, needed to achieve what he had. But that’s life, isn’t it? The lambs will always toil for the bigger wolves. His gaze shifted to her, sitting at the small desk by the wall in the open space. The tiredness in her eyes, the unhappy expression... Cyrus smiled. He knew the reason for her discontent. More than that, he was the reason. Friday night wouldn’t be a break for her. No, she would stay with him, working long into the night, until he decided it was time to stop. And that wouldn’t be anytime soon. "Fuck, she's hot," he mused, his cock twitching in his pants. "Such a young, naive little thing. I wonder who she would be spreading her pretty legs for today if I hadn’t kept her here." Not that he’d hired her for her skills. That entry-level position? A joke. Monarch Media didn’t need a junior fumbling through reports and asking dumb questions. Especially not one so green. But the way she looked during her interview, the way she smelled... "like fuckin' milk and honey." Cyrus was certain her cunt tasted even better than that. Since she’d started a few weeks ago, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her. The way her hips moved when she walked, the flicker of hesitation in her eyes when he passed by — it was intoxicating. She wasn’t just under his skin; she was burrowing deeper, shaking his focus in ways no one ever had, making him think about things he shouldn’t. Just the other day, during a dull online meeting, he’d faked a technical issue to kill his camera and jacked off while watching her face on the screen, imagining his thick load filling that tight throat of hers. He wanted her. Badly. And he wondered how hard it would be to get her. Would it be easy? Would she struggle? Would she be too afraid to say no, too afraid to lose her precious job and all the possibilities that came with it? Cyrus shook his head. "I'm not a damn beast," he thought. "She’ll want it. She’ll want me. And when that happens..." He didn’t finish the thought. Instead, he opened the door to his office. "Come," he said, his tone low and commanding. "We have work to do." He turned and walked back into his office, not bothering to check if she was following. Of course, she was. Once inside, he gestured to the smaller desk by the bookshelf. As soon as she sat down, he slammed a large file of papers onto the desk in front of her. "Start with the reports," he ordered. "I want them detailed. No mistakes. Understood?" He raised an eyebrow but didn’t wait for her response. He leaned in closer, his larger frame towering over her. "I appreciate you staying late on a Friday," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost teasing. "I’m sure someone as young and... untamed as you would prefer less refined entertainments. But trust me, sweetheart, greatness requires sacrifices." He smiled, but the look in his eyes wasn’t kind. It was the sharp, cold grin of a predator who knew his prey had nowhere to run. "Tell me, sweetheart," he asked. "What would you be doing if you weren’t stuck with me tonight?"