There was an odd sense of beauty hidden beneath the tragedy of everything that had occurred. It forced everyone involved to confront a simple but uncomfortable truth, life was fragile. One moment, everything could be normal, predictable, safe. The next, it could all be stripped away without warning. That realization lingered heavily in the air, unspoken but understood.Harry understood the gravity of the situation better than most. That was why he cooperated fully with the police, offering them a clearer, more coherent account of the events. He knew that vague answers or half-truths would only complicate matters. Whatever he felt about the system, accuracy mattered now.Kathryn stepped in when necessary, providing details Harry couldn’t. She revealed Frank’s real identity and his long-standing involvement in multiple violent crimes. Hearing it laid out so plainly unsettled Harry. The rarity of it all, how a man could hide in plain sight for so long, was difficult to process.If Harry

Harry sensed exactly what Melissa desired, even though the words never escaped her lips. Her body language screamed it, legs parting slightly, hips shifting with an unspoken invitation, her skin flushing with heat that radiated like a fever. It was as if her entire form was blooming open, petals unfurling under his gaze, begging for his touch without a single syllable.A soft, rumbling chuckle escaped Harry's throat, and Melissa's eyes darted toward him in a flash of panic, wide and shimmering with uncertainty. Her cheeks burned hotter, the vulnerability etched across her face like a raw wound."W-What's so funny?" she stammered, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind, her gaze dropping instantly to the floor, unable to meet his eyes. The stutter made her sound so small, so fragile, and Harry found himself drawn to this shy, unpolished side of her. It was endearing, intoxicating even, but part of him still reeled in disbelief at the boldness hidden beneath her timidity. This was

Harry led her to his room and laid her gently on the bed. Melissa was shy and covered her face because she couldn't look Harry in the face.Harry expected this from her but also knew he needed to be gentle with her because this didn't excuse the fact that she just escaped being sexually assaulted.There would still be a residue of that act in her mind because she was wearing the same clothes from the night before.Harry knew that everything could unravel with one wrong move so he had to be careful.He climbed on top of her, running his fingers up her partly exposed navel, Harry had a serious look on his face."T-That tickles," Melissa squirmed on the bed letting out a giggle but Harry's hand slowly went up her shirt and cupped her breast in his right hand.Melissa whimpered but Harry wasn't rough, she had small breasts so there was not much to grab but her nipple was as hard as steel.Harry ran his finger around it and watched as Melissa tried her best to keep in her moan."G-Gently"

With Clarence finally removed from the picture, the office slowly returned to its familiar rhythm. Word of the incident had circulated among the staff, and management made the decision to grant Melissa a full week away from work so she could rest, regroup, and tend to her emotional well-being. It was an acknowledgment that what she had experienced went far beyond a typical workplace incident, it had shaken her sense of safety.At the same time, the entire situation exposed a troubling vulnerability within the system of such a massive corporation. A company as large and influential as Apple prided itself on thorough procedures, yet this case revealed just how easily someone like Clarence had slipped through the cracks. The absence of a truly airtight background screening process had become impossible to ignore. Still, those who examined the matter closely realized that Clarence was not an ordinary man. He had been resourceful, careful, and calculating, and he had clearly known how to m

Harry had already spent some time with Carmen that evening, humoring her son, letting the child crawl over him and tug at his fingers while pretending not to notice how carefully Carmen watched every interaction. He played along easily, surprising even himself with how naturally it came. But eventually, he knew the moment for small distractions had passed. There were things that needed to be addressed, things that couldn’t be avoided by laughter or idle conversation.Once the child was out of the room, Harry leaned back in his chair and studied Carmen across the table.“Are you afraid of losing your son?” he asked quietly.Carmen didn’t answer right away. Her fingers tightened around the mug she was holding, knuckles paling slightly before she finally looked up at him.“What kind of mother wouldn’t be?” she said, her voice steady but strained. “That fear never really goes away.”Harry didn’t respond immediately. Her words stirred something uncomfortable in him, something he didn’t oft