Her voice quivered, but her resolve was clear.“Sir, I feel guilty for seeing your nakedness. It’s only fair that I show mine to you.”John’s eyes softened, his tone protective.“No, don’t do that. I don’t have a problem with you. I don’t want to force you into this.”But Joan stepped closer, her emotions spilling out.“I want to, sir. I’m afraid I’ve developed feelings for you, and this is the only way I can express them. Please… just let me make you happy.”She reached forward, cupping John’s head with trembling hands, and kissed him.John gently pushed her back, his voice steady but kind.“Joan, you are pretty. I wish we could do this now, but I’m late for class. Why don’t we do it another time?”Joan paused, her smile forced, embarrassment clouding her eyes.“…Okay,” she whispered.She picked up her clothes hurriedly, her movements sharp with shame, and rushed out of John’s room — leaving behind the echo of her confession and the weight of unspoken feelings.John returned to Flux Te

The fifth floor of Moon Plaza Hotel was quiet. Velvet carpets swallowed every footstep. Crystal lights hung low, casting soft gold on the walls. This was the VIP reservation level. Normal guests weren’t allowed up here.Gwen checked her phone. 7:58 PM. She was early. “CEO Valerio said 8 PM, the main lobby,” she thought. “But the staff brought me up here instead. And Said ‘Mr. Valerio’s guest gets VIP treatment. Not bad at all.” She smiled looking around.She smoothed her dress. It was the nicest one she owned. “Whoever this CEO Valerio is, he’s rich. 10,000 lions. Half a 6 million dollars in one click. If I play this right he might just be mine…”The elevator dinged, interrupting her thoughts.Gwen turned, her practiced smile ready. Her heart was beating fast. “Time to meet a real tycoon.”The doors slid open. John stepped out.Gwen’s smile froze. Her eyes went wide. The clutch in her hand almost slipped. “John?” Her mind went blank for a second. “John from the Flux Tech music depa

Blake turned to her, not even ashamed. “Oh, look who it is. Speak of the gold digger.”Selene’s eyes filled with tears, but her voice was shaking with anger. “You… you told me you loved me. You said we’d—”“I said a lot of things,” Blake snapped. “You wanted money. I wanted fun. We both got what we wanted. Don’t act like you didn’t know.”“You’re lying!” Selene yelled. “You said—”“I said you’re a gold digger, Selene. And you are. You left John because he was poor. You came to me because I had cash. Now you’re mad because I’m not buying you a ring? Please.”John finally spoke. His voice was low. Cold. “Blake.”Blake turned back to him, still smirking. “What, waiter? You going to hit me? Go ahead. You’ll be fired in five minutes.”“Listen carefully,” John said. “If you drag me into your affair with Selene one more time, you won’t walk out of Moon Plaza Hotel. You’ll crawl.”The way he said it made a few people step back. There was no anger in his voice. Just a fact.Blake laughed, but

Terry didn’t stand, but he didn’t look away. “I said, ‘Got dragged off your high horse?’ Because you have been telling everyone your uncle could ban anyone from Moon Plaza. Today you’re on camera getting banned yourself.”“You think you’re funny?” Blake was around the desks now, standing over Terry. His fists were shaking. “You think you can talk to me like that?”"I think someone finally did," Terry said. "And it wasn't even me. It was two security guards making $18 an hour. How's that feel?""Say it again," Blake said. His voice was shaking. "I dare you.""Which part?" Terry tilted his head. "The high horse part? Or the part where your uncle is just the fired GM and can't help you?"That was it. Blake grabbed the front of Terry’s hoodie. The desk slammed into the row behind it. People jumped up. Mia screamed a little. Terry grabbed Blake’s wrist. He didn’t throw a punch, but he didn’t let go either. “You gonna hit me, Blake? Over a video? Over the truth? Go ahead. Everyone’s phone

The Moon Plaza Hotel towered over the city like a monument of glass and steel, its polished windows reflecting the evening lights. Harriet stood outside the revolving doors for a long moment, staring at her own faint reflection. Her hands trembled slightly. She clenched them into fists.She had promised her parents she would at least listen.She inhaled deeply, pushed through the doors, and stepped into the cool, perfumed lobby. The marble floor gleamed beneath her shoes. A chandelier glittered overhead like a frozen constellation.“Welcome to Moon Plaza,” the receptionist said with a practiced smile. “How may I assist you?”Harriet swallowed. “I’m here to meet Mr. Jean. He said… sixth floor. VIP lounge.” she placed the black Card on the reception desk.The receptionist’s smile tightened, as if she recognized the name. “Of course. The elevator to your right.”Harriet stepped inside the elevator, pressed the button, and watched the doors slide shut. As the elevator rose, her heartbeat