I have worked for years in the accounting department of a renowned law firm. The company belongs to a powerful couple: Ricardo and Vanessa. While Ricardo handles major cases and relations with influential clients, Vanessa, a seductive woman with a predatory gaze, has a peculiar way of “motivating” younger lawyers.
One day, I needed to retrieve a document from the basement archives. The place was rarely frequented, a true labyrinth of dusty shelves. As soon as I opened the door, I was met with a shocking scene: Vanessa was on her knees, giving herself to two lawyers. The shock froze my muscles, but instinctively, I quickly closed the door and left without making a sound.
In the following days, I tried to act normally, but the image of the scene wouldn’t leave my head. Danger and desire mingled in my mind. Then, an unexpected invitation came: Ricardo invited me to lunch.
We went to a discreet restaurant in the city center. Between sips of wine, he talked about the firm’s expansion plans, while my mind wandered to a forbidden thought. The alcohol loosened my inhibitions, and the idea took shape. When Ricardo went to the bathroom, I sent Vanessa a message.
“If you don’t want me to tell your husband everything, meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.”
Bold? Yes. Dangerous? Even more so. But I needed to see how far this would go.
Minutes later, there she was. We locked ourselves in one of the stalls and gave in to the desire that had been pulsing since that day in the archive. My heart pounded in my chest, and the danger made everything even more intense.
Then we heard the bathroom door open. Firm steps. A pause. The stall door next to us closed. The air grew heavy, the silence deafening. I knew it was Ricardo.
Adrenaline took over. What to do? Wait for him to leave? Run? Vanessa, without a hint of nervousness, placed a finger to her lips, signaling for me to stay quiet. The game seemed to amuse her.
The tension was unbearable, each second dragging like an eternity. Then, out of nowhere, we heard Ricardo’s voice:
“I know you’re there, love. I know everything.”
My blood ran cold. What did he mean by that? Did he really know, or was it just a provocation? Vanessa quickly composed herself, opened the stall door, and walked out with a smile.
“Oh, darling, I didn’t think you were so jealous.”
He let out a low chuckle. “And you, did you really think I wasn’t watching you all this time?”
That was when I realized: the true hunter wasn’t Vanessa. It was Ricardo. And I had entered a game for which I didn’t know the rules.
The bathroom door closed. What would happen next? I didn’t know. But one thing was certain: that law firm held far more secrets than I had ever imagined.
