Page 13 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

"What are you talking about?"

Morgan stepped closer to him. She was starting to sweat. "I saw your file of acquiescent workers." She did air quotes with her words. "At least I'm in good company. How would you rate me, Mr. Slade? Is she a better lay than me?"

The resentment was still written on his face, but his stare changed just a little. There was now less confusion in his eyes. "Where did you find that file?"

"Does it matter?" Her eyes narrowed on him.

He inhaled slowly and paused, as if thinking. "Yes, Morgan, she was one of my old temporary secretaries, but that's not why she's here now."

"Oh, please! Why should I believe that?" Morgan lifted her arms into the air, waving them for a second. "You expect me to think it is just a coincidence that when you need extra hands, it simply happens to be one of your old fuck toys?" Her voice was getting too loud, and she briefly wondered how many people were listening.

"I didn't hire her, despite your worries." He lifted a finger, pointing at her.

Morgan instantly felt like a little girl being reprimanded by her father. Was it sick that she almost wanted more? She stepped closer still. Her face was inches from his hand. "What do you mean?"

"Marcie took care of it."

"Yeah, right." Morgan rolled her eyes at him. That was a mistake.

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