Alice walked confidently towards him, her steps slow but deliberate. Jermin's gaze flicked toward her as she moved, and for a moment, he paused. The subtle shift in her posture was enough to make him stop, but then, in an instant, he composed himself. He couldn't afford to let his desires get the better of him, not again. Not after the humiliation he had endured before. He had to remain in control, always in control.
Alice, on the other hand, had regained her composure long before he could even think about it. By the time she reached the chair, she had already assumed the cold, confident aura she was known for. She sat down in front of him, her back straight, eyes sharp, looking every bit the powerful woman she had become.