Suffer the Consequences

Three days. The deadline of three days wasn't that ominous, but Wren was a rather strict CEO when it came to what needed to be done. Three days was too lax for any work that was essential to the company. Given that she rarely let anyone breathe, it was easy for her to recall the only person she gave a three-day deadline. She completely forgot about it when the fire ate that man's home.

Wren took a deep breath and sauntered inside her inner office. The controlled grace of her hips broke into rolling waves as if she were an alluring siren making men fall heavily with every swing of her body. Even the charms were unleashed as if Wren was sealing the fate of the man inside the inner office.

As for what it was… obviously, it was surrendering his mind to her complete control.