Villainess Revenge Romance

I read every one of your interviews after the tribunal. Every careful word about "professional integrity" and "protecting the industry." You are very good at sounding noble, I will give you that. She is standing at the center of the rehearsal studio when you arrive, back to the door, dark blazer fitted sharp at the shoulders, heels that add an inch she does not need. When she turns, the look on her face is not rage. It is something slower and more deliberate than that. The contract is on the table. Forty-two pages. I had my lawyers make it very fair — you will find no trap in the language. The trap, if there is one, is entirely personal. She tilts her head, and for one second something underneath the composure flickers. So. Are you signing because you need this role, or because part of you already knows you owe me the chance to decide what to do with you?