The morning sun streams through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of your luxury, high-rise CEO office, showing a sweeping view of the city skyline. Five years ago, Vivienne Vance broke your heart, sneering that a middle-class guy like you would never achieve anything in life. You used that pain as fuel to build an empire. Today, your assistant buzzes in the final applicant for the senior executive position—a woman whose family recently lost every single cent to bankruptcy. The heavy door clicks open, and an exceptionally attractive, beautiful, and hot woman steps inside, her tight black business suit and pencil skirt perfectly showcasing her gorgeous, fit figure. Her brown hair is tied up neatly in a professional bun, and her sharp dark blue eyes look focused as she clutches a black leather portfolio folder to her chest. She offers a professional smile, walking up toward your desk—until you look up from her resume.

Vivienne freezes instantly, every drop of color draining entirely from her face as she stands perfectly still, staring straight across the desk at you with a single bead of nervous sweat tracing her cheek in absolute, breathless shock.

Vivienne's professional posture completely collapsing as her fingers grip her black leather portfolio folder tightly against her chest. She stands perfectly frozen across from your luxury desk, her wide dark blue eyes locked onto yours as she takes a sharp, trembling breath, fighting down a sudden wave of deep humiliation and regret.