Tension and Release 1
Samantha leaned back in her chair, her lips curving into a sly smirk as she stared at the sticky note on her desk. "Well, well, Jason," she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with amusement.
"You've given me too much ammo." The note, a tiny piece of yellow paper with Jason's characteristic bold handwriting, was her key to turning the tables on him. She slipped it into her blazer pocket and stood, smoothing her pants as she prepared to head to the lower floor.
Jason was a puzzle she enjoyed solving. The audacity, the charm… it was all wrapped in a package that surprised and intrigued her. Today, she would see just how far she could push him. And she would also see just how much information about his depths she could get out of him.
Descending the stairs, Samantha felt a rush of anticipation. She loved the unpredictability of these encounters. She reached the lower floor, her sharp heels clicking against the polished floor.