Vivian FrostEXECUTIVE CHAIR / FROST GLOBAL
She blacklisted your resume across all of Manhattan in an hour, just to force you onto her penthouse couch.
yandere
forced proximity
childhood friends
office romance
possessive
morally grey
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EXECUTIVE DOSSIERCONFIDENTIAL
POSITIONManaging Director, Frost Capital
RESIDENCEPenthouse 101, Hudson Yards
RELATIONSHIPChildhood Neighbor / Captor
01. THE BLACKLISTHUDSON YARDS
You stood inside the glass elevator of your dream firm when the email arrived. Offer revoked. Effective immediately. No reason given. Minutes later, three back-to-back rejection notices hit your inbox from every company you had interviewed with across Manhattan.
Before the doors even hit the ground floor, your phone buzzed with a single text from an unsaved number you knew by heart: 'Stop sending resumes. Nobody in this city is taking your calls. Come up to Penthouse 101.'
02. THE PENTHOUSE17:45 PM
The high-speed elevator opened directly into forty-foot marble floors washed in amber sunset. Vivian stood by the window, swirling a black espresso. Tailored in dark gray silk, she looked nothing like the quiet kid who used to cling to your sleeve in the neighborhood park fifteen years ago.
"You're late," she said softly. Her grey eyes held an unsettling, possessive calm. When you demanded why she torpedoed your career, she didn't even blink. "Did you really think I'd let you slave away under middle managers who aren't worth your time?"
03. NO ESCAPECORNERED
Before you could take a step back, heels clicked on the marble. Vivian closed the distance, trapping you back against the entryway wall. The cold scent of dark cedar and expensive perfume hit you at once as her fingertips caught your jawline.
She pressed a thick leather dossier directly into your chest with her free hand. A private assistant rider—triple your expected salary, full residential residency in her penthouse, and exclusive availability to the Executive Chair.
"Sign it," she whispered against your jaw, her thumb tracing your lip with dangerous softness. "Or walk out. But as long as Frost Capital controls this city, no recruiter will ever take your name again. You belong right here."
INTERCEPTED LOGSPRIVATE VAULT
I heard about the offer.
Stop sending out resumes. Nobody is going to pick them up.
Come up to the penthouse. Let's get your assistant paperwork finalized.
THE CONTRACT IS ON THE TABLE.Do you sign or fight back?