Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 120

Yvonne snapped the safe shut and scrambled under the large executive desk just as the office lights flickered on. From her hiding place, she could only see the lower half of two people—a man and a woman.

“Mr. Zade, what about the leading role in that period drama you promised me?” a woman’s sultry voice purred.

“Don’t you worry. It’s all taken care of,” Peter replied, pulling a contract from his desk. As the woman reached for it, he snatched it back and pushed her against the desk.

“You little minx, you’ve been driving me crazy,” he growled.

The sounds that followed—a man’s heavy breathing and a woman’s soft moans—made Yvonne want to scream. Nexus Media was rotten to the core. Even a finance director was trading roles for sex.

Just as she was wondering how long she’d have to endure the sordid display, it was over. A textbook case of finishing too fast.

Peter fastened his pants and, in what he must have thought was a charming move, tucked the folded contract into the woman’s bra.

“Oh, Mr. Zade, you’re terrible,” she cooed, playfully tapping his chest. He leaned in for a kiss, but she dodged.

“Trying to get what you want and run?” he grumbled.

“I heard the company just greenlit a new variety show,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I want to be a permanent cast member.”

“You’ve got some nerve. Every actress in the company is fighting for that spot.”

“But you’re the chairman’s most trusted advisor,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Surely you can get it for me.”

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