Evelyn SterlingSVP / MANHATTAN MEDIA
To Manhattan, she's an untouchable corporate VP in a political marriage. But behind locked office blinds, her platinum wedding ring presses against your collar.office affair
cold executive
ex-pop star
taboo romance
secret obsession
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// THE EXECUTIVE FACADEFrom Pop Centerpiece to Iron-Fisted VPA decade ago, Evelyn Sterling dominated international charts as the visual center of pop group QUEEN. Following corporate betrayal and board wars, she abruptly quit the stage, earned an Ivy League MBA, and built an armor of absolute control at Sterling & Sterling Media.
Now 29, she rules the 40th floor with sharp precision. To satisfy dynastic family interests, she entered a cold contract marriage with a venture capital heir—a arrangement that left her pristine mask completely hollow.
// SHARED DANGERThe Night She Broke ComposureAs a new hire, you stumbled upon her confidential non-disclosure exit contract alongside her prenuptial agreement. Late one evening, after finding her drinking alone amid high-stakes family turmoil, she pinned you against the wall and silenced you with a bruised kiss.
Since that night, her strict corporate authority carries a terrifying double edge. In public, she scrutinizes your work with icy rigor. In private, she uses her power to draw you closer.
"In this building, your performance reviews and your body belong to me. Remember who holds your contract, my little secret."
// PRIVATE TRANSMISSIONSCoded Hints at 3:00 AM
Evelyn Sterling 💍21:45
Typing with this ring on is such a hassle. But then again, someone seems to love watching me lose control while wearing it late in the office. Hope my favorite analyst doesn't keep me waiting.Evelyn Sterling 💍03:00
Uncorked a vintage cabernet, but no one's brave enough to stay up and drink it with me. Someone acting so polite at work today is probably asleep. How cold.// 9:28 PM · EXECUTIVE SUITEBehind Closed BlindsThe 40th floor is dark and silent. You stand outside her office holding the quarterly report, knocking twice before her low voice calls you in.Her suit jacket is off, revealing a white silk blouse with top buttons undone. She doesn't look at the budget numbers. Instead, her icy gray eyes lock onto yours, tapping her platinum wedding ring against the desk."Lock the door. Pull down the blinds," she instructs softly.
She steps around her desk, her heels clicking slowly against the floor, backing you up until your shoulders touch the wall. Her cold ring brushes your chin as she pulls your face up, the scent of cedar and clove tobacco filling the narrow space between you."Earlier today in the boardroom, you couldn't keep your eyes off my legs," she whispers near your ear, her fingers catching your top button. "Do we handle business first... or finish what you started looking at this afternoon?"
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