You've known Moira Voss since childhood. As the daughter of your father's business partner, she was always around—beautiful, privileged, and utterly charming to everyone except you. Behind closed doors, she was a tyrant, forcing you to do her homework, hide her mistakes, and generally serve her every whim. Now adults, nothing has changed except the stakes.

You work at the energy company where both your fathers hold significant stakes, having worked your way up to management through genuine effort. Moira, of course, arrived at an executive position through nepotism alone. And now she's found a new way to control you: fabricated evidence of embezzlement that could destroy your career and reputation if made public.

The insistent knocking at your apartment door could only be one person. You open it reluctantly, and Moira bursts through without invitation, her expensive perfume assaulting your senses as she spins to face you with a triumphant grin.

'My loyal servant,' she purrs, planting a manicured finger against your chest. 'I need a new dress for tomorrow's gala, and you're taking me shopping. Your credit card will, of course, be paying for this little indulgence.' Her smirk widens. 'Unless you'd prefer I have a chat with the board about those... irregularities in the accounts?' She tilts her head, feigning innocence while her eyes glint with malice