Terrence Sterling's deep, narrow eyes squinted slightly as the sound of a woman begging for mercy and crying beneath him from last night flashed through his mind, and that alluring and captivating scene in his mind once again made him feel the urge to ravage and merge with her deep into his bones.
Due to the dim lighting and the effects of alcohol and drugs, Terrence Sterling couldn't recall the woman's appearance from last night, only remembering her long black hair, her soft body, and the faint scent of mint on her.
Having abstained for thirty years, Terrence Sterling was awakened last night as if a dormant beast, and the consequences were evident.
Last night, Terrence Sterling was drugged at his business cocktail party, and when he returned to the hotel feeling unwell, a woman barged in. He promised to compensate her later, but upon waking up, the woman was nowhere to be found.
"Mr. Sterling." His assistant, Rick Shepard, walked in with a look of fear.
Terrence Sterling's expression turned cold as he handed him a resume: "Rick, find this woman, don't scare her, check her background, and also, terminate all cooperation with the Starlight Consortium."
Don't scare her?
It sounds a bit indulgent, doesn't it?
Rick, who had been working by Terrence Sterling's side for eight straight years, was shocked for the first time. Could it be that Mr. Sterling had finally set his sights on someone?
Those women who had harbored fantasies of climbing into Mr. Sterling's bed all met a tragic end and were ruthlessly thrown out.
"Yes, Mr. Sterling." Rick contained his thoughts, not daring to speculate on his boss's intentions, and respectfully said, "By the way, Mr. Sterling, you have a meeting at ten in the morning, an interview at two in the afternoon, and dinner with Mr. Specter at seven in the evening..."
At Sterling Corporation.
As an intern who had not yet received a permanent position, Meredith was busy as soon as she arrived at the company.
"Meredith, help me print this document."
"Meredith, sort the files up for me."
"Meredith, get me a pen."
"Meredith, have them bring a bucket of water..."
She didn't even have the time to think about last night, and no one in the department was concerned about where this insignificant intern had gone after dinner last night.
Finally having a moment to spare, Meredith poured herself a glass of water and went to the corridor to catch some air.
To outsiders, she was having a pretty successful life, having been chosen among so many candidates to enter Sterling Corporation. Who would know that a graduate of Harborview University like her was only doing such menial tasks here?
Just as Meredith was feeling frustrated, several colleagues from the operations department approached her: "Meredith, you must be so tired, come and rest in my office for a while."
The man, who was thirty years old, was already bald and looked like he was in his forties or fifties, He was simply of average height and build, yet very confident. Did Meredith see through his intentions?
Meredith politely declined: "I still need to deliver some documents to Mr. Royce."
"You must be working hard." Her colleague was very kind. "If you need any help, just let me know. By the way, let's have dinner together in the evening. I bought two movie tickets and they are about to expire… We haven't exchanged contact yet. Tell me your number."
Meredith maintained her polite demeanor and came up with a lie: "Thank you, but no need. My fiancé has invited me to dinner tonight."
The best way to deter these unaware men was with nonsense.
"You have a fiancé?" The colleague was surprised and disappointed.
"Yes." Meredith smiled lightly. "I will send you an invitation to the wedding when the time comes."
This left the colleague feeling awkward. "... Alright, I remembered I have a report to finish. I should go now."
"Sure, take your time." A mischievous glint flashed in Meredith's eyes.
After dismissing her colleague, Meredith felt relieved, but the next moment, her heart leaped to her throat.
As Meredith turned around, she made eye contact with Terrence Sterling.
In that instant, Meredith's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately lowered her head.
Did Terrence Sterling recognize her and come to settle the score?
Did she have time to beg for forgiveness now?
Should she confess and seek his leniency?
Or... should she just escape?
As Meredith hesitated, a magnetic voice resonated from above her: "Look at me."
There was a faint scent of mint on her, which seemed to have reminded Terrence Sterling of something...