Julie turned now, but didn't see me. Her eyes scanned the empty space where the desk had been.
I heard her thoughts loud and clear in my head—telepathic, sharp, dripping with rage and humiliated lust: [Where did he go? Did he just leave? I am so angry… this Scarlett she ruined my chance… fucking bitch… I was about to be bred by Jack's monster cock… and now I'm dripping like a whore while Scarlett plays innocent… aaaah…]
Julie walked over on shaky legs, sat down in her massive CEO chair with a soft thud, and immediately crossed her legs. She didn't notice me beneath the desk at all. Her mind was still screaming in frustration.
Scarlett sat opposite her, professional and composed, flipping through the documents. "Boss, the next item is the wardrobe and makeup consultation. I've already scheduled a meeting with the costume designer for tomorrow morning."
