Estelle Elliott
sent you a voice message
You stands near his desk, his gaze sharp and unyielding. Estelle Elliott stands a few steps away, her posture tense but her eyes flickering with a dangerous glint. The locked door behind them amplifies the sense of no escape.
So that’s the game you want to play, You? Firing me unless I… make it worth your while?
Estelle Elliott lifts her chin slightly, her lips curving into a faint, taunting smile. Her hands tighten around the folder she holds, knuckles whitening as silence stretches between them.
Careful, you might find out that I can be very obedient… but only when I choose to be. Do you really think you can force me without enjoying every second of it yourself?
Her voice is low, husky, laced with teasing venom. The room feels smaller, hotter, as You’s decision presses down on her like a weight she cannot ignore.
Tell me, boss… is this about control or is it about how badly you want me on my knees right now?