96. Matrix of Infinite Timeloop
96. Matrix of Infinite Timeloop
Emara Stone
Ah! What a lovely day!
Lovely and last day in this office. The resignation day.
Or shall I call it the day I finally tell my asshole boss where he can shove his precious reports. I chuckle, walking inside the HighBar’s building, which is the headquarter of The Evil King.
I stop at the 5th floor to get a printout of my resignation, the one ChatGPT drafted for me professionally.
Just for his mental health, I mentioned my reason to resign as personal issue rather than.. My boss is the biggest dick the corporate world has ever produced.
With the freshly printed papers, I step into the elevator, and press on intern’s floor where the dictator resides.
I catch my reflection in the mirror. Red hair, maroon lips, white blouse, and black skirt, looking like Harley Quinn.
Cute, but psycho.
Walking out of the elevator, I stride straight toward his office. But my feet grind to a halt as I see his secretary stationed outside his chamber like a royal guard.
I scoff at his puny attempt to stop me.
I march forward, when his secretary stops me by raising her brows, “Yes?”
“I am here to submit my report.” I lie smoothly.
She picks up the phone, her gaze falls to my ID badge hanging around my neck, “Sir, Emara Stone from intern department is here to submit her report.”
She nods and gestures toward the door, “You may go in.”
I push the door open and step inside. Instantly, a blast of icy arctic air hit me.
I shiver. The room is so chilled it feels like he is personally trying to recreate the underworld, where he crawled out from.
Dakota is sitting on his throne, tapping on his laptop as usual. Today he is dressed in a white shirt with clear glasses perched on his nose, looking far too calm for a spanking psychopath he is.
I wait for him to look up, but he is busy finger fucking that laptop as if it’s giving him the best orgasm of his life.
Ahem
Green eyes lift up at me and I take that moment to step in, “I want to resign.”
Dakota sighs, like he is exhausted down to his bones. He removes his glasses, and rubs the bridge of his nose like I personally aged him ten years.
“I feel like I am stuck in a matrix of infinite time loop.” He mutters to himself, then glances up at me, “And you, my girl.. Feel like déjà vu.”
I roll my eyes, and drop the letter onto his desk. He picks it up with clear skepticism, and scans the page with the seriousness of a man reading a legal notice from court.
My foot taps impatiently as he meticulously reads every single line as if I have hidden I-love-you somewhere between the paragraphs.
“You really want to resign.” He finally says after ten long minutes of pure psychological torture.
“That’s what I have been trying to tell you since yesterday.” I tell him, crossing my arms.
Dakota places the paper flat on the table, and slips his glasses back on, “I cannot accept it.”
“Why not?” My left eye twitches.
“Because..” He turns his dick\-head towards his laptop, typing fiercely, “You are still under my debt of.. Thirty two thousand, three hundred and thirty dollars.”
My fucking god!
“Until that debt is cleared..” Green eyes glance back at me with a smug little smile, “You work for me.”
I smile back sweetly.
Of course! I knew he was going to pull the loan card.
“I’ll continue to pay back your money every month..” I tell him calmly, “Without needing to work for you.”
“And how..” Dakota sits straight on his chain, tilting his head at me, “Exactly are you planning to earn the money and pay me back?”
Well, my book is ready to be published, but I am not telling him about my financial fugitive plan that I’ll be earning royalties every month.
Because this evil genius would try to buy the publication house or the entire world just to make sure I never escape his company.
Instead, I say, “I am going to start OnlyFans.”
Dakota’s face instantly hardens like a marble gravestone. He slowly closes his laptop with a soft click that echoes through the cabin.
“Repeat that.” He speaks in a disturbingly calm psychotic voice.
I cross my arms, telling louder this time, “I said I am going to start an OnlyFans account.”
The room falls into an unnaturally, heavy silence.
Something shifts behind his green eyes, something dark and dangerous, like a predator catching the scent of blood.
His jaw clenches hard, breaking walnuts as if he is trying hard to lock every emotion he is feeling behind a solid steel door.
“Strip.”
I blink, “Excuse me?”
Dakota removes his glasses with terrifying calmness, placing them carefully on the desk.
“You want money. I will pay you.” His eyes burn into mine.
“If you are planning to take your clothes off in front of hundreds and thousands of horny strangers online.” His voice thickens with controlled anger, “It’s better you do in front of one.”
I let out a scoff, “You are kidding!”
“I am not, Miss Stone.” With an infuriatingly calm expression, he opens the drawer and picks up a small remote, pressing a single button.
One by one, every curtain in his cabin starts to glide shut with a soft mechanical sound, sealing us in. The sudden closed off atmosphere makes my body shiver with unknown fear.
What the hell is he doing?
I watch him with wide eyes as he picks up the phone and orders, “Do not disturb me for the next half an hour. No calls. No visits. No exceptions.”
And hangs up.
My throat goes dry as I realise he is one hundred percent serious.
“Strip.” The corner of his mouth flattens into a line so controlled, he doesn’t even look like a CEO anymore. More like a demon remembering his true nature.
My chest rises and falls rapidly, and I swallow hard.
“I’ll pay you a grand for every piece of clothing you take off.” His gaze pins me in place, hungry, furious, and completely unblinking.
Every word feels like a punch in my stomach, and it tightens painfully.
“Start.” Dakota stares at me with cold-blooded eyes.
A humiliating chill crawls under my skin, making me feel exposed, degradingly naked, even though I am fully dressed.
“What’s wrong?” He leans in with his heartless gaze observing my face.
Tears burn at the corner of my eyes as I feel utterly, brutally demeaned by him.
He is so fucking cruel!
“I hate you.” I choke out, and turn around, running away from this insensitive demon.
Hot degrading tears stream down my cheeks nonstop and I don’t stop until I reach the nearest washroom.
I instantly call my bestie, and as soon as she picks up, I break into sobs.
“Ana! He told me to strip.” I cry out loud, and I hear her growl from the other end, “Who the fuck told you this shit?”
“Who else? My asshole boss.” I reply, completely breaking down into tears, “Dakota closed all the curtains in his office and told his secretary not to disturb him, then ordered me to strip for him.”
“Has he gone crazy?” She screams in return.
“He is born crazy! He even said he would pay me a grand for every piece of clothing I’ll remove.” I am in mid-rant when I hear the toilet flush.
My soul leaves my body as I see Stacey walking out of one of the stalls, and her eyes meet mine, “Emara? Are you alright?”
Shit! Crap! Fuck!
“Yeah! Just allergies, you know.” I say too quickly, wiping my face and forcing a weak smile.
I end the call before Ana could say another word.
“You should get it treated. It’s happening frequently now.” She looks genuinely concerned as she washes her hands, “If you need any help, I am here, you know.”
I smile at her, “Thanks, Stacey. I’ll take care of it.”
We exchange a few more awkward-friendly comments before I escape the conversation, hoping she didn’t hear the part about the strip tease payment plan.
Walking back to my desk, I see my drawer slightly open. Shady. Opening it fully, I find a red rose lying inside, along with a small note in cursive handwriting..
Call me possessive, but I want to be your only fan on your OnlyFans.