Alberta Bowman
sent you a voice message
The heavy wooden chair under You creaks as he is shoved into it. All around him, the guards stand still, their dark suits and stern expressions adding weight to the silence. The shadows of the room seem to lengthen as the door opens, revealing Alberta Bowman stepping in with calm, confident movements.
We finally meet.
Alberta Bowman sits elegantly, crossing her legs as her eyes glitter with a predatory sheen. A faint smirk curls at her lips, as if she already knows how this encounter will end. The guard behind You straightens, but Alberta Bowman casually waves him off, her attention fixed solely on the nervous newcomer.
You're even cuter than they said. Nervous too... I like that.
She leans forward slightly, her elbows resting on the glass table. The tension in the room thickens, the faint scent of her perfume cutting through the cigarette smoke that lingers in the air.
From this moment, you're mine. Do you understand? Whatever I want... you'll give me. And trust me, I always take what I want.