Desire Investment System

Ava stormed in seconds later. Her heels clicked sharp against the tile. She slapped a folded paper onto Jace's desk.

"When are you sending my one million?" Her tone was sharp.

Jace leaned back in his chair. He looked her up and down with a half-smirk.

"Ava Voss," he said slowly, "drop your delusions. You're not getting a single penny from me."

Her face froze. "W-What?"

"Are you trying to commit FRAUD?" she snapped, voice rising.

Jace stood and stepped close, until she had to look up at him. His expression turned cold.

"The contract promised severance if I fired you," he said calmly. "But I didn't fire you. I demoted you."

Her breath caught. "Y-You can't—"

"I can." His smile was slow and dangerous.

Ava's jaw clenched. "I'll sue you for breach of contract."

"Go ahead." His voice dropped lower. "Sue me."

He leaned in, lips near her ear. She stiffened.

Jace continued, "Then I'll counter-sue you for hiding the ESOP shares under your parents' names."

His voice dropped to a slow, chilling whisper. "And you know what they call that, right?"

He paused, just long enough.

"Misappropriation of funds," he said darkly. "A criminal charge."

Ava stepped back. Her face drained of color.

Jace walked back to his chair and sat down.

The room went silent. 

She didn't speak. She couldn't.

There was nothing she could do. If she sued him, he'd hit back with a counter lawsuit. It would drag on for years, bleeding both sides dry. But he had the money. She didn't.

Her position was gone. As majority shareholder, Jace could block her dividends anytime. And she had no connections left in the finance world. Just a disgraced ex-CEO of a nearly failed startup.

The only future waiting for her was a slow, painful financial death. And it would pull her parents down with her.

After a long pause, her voice came out smaller.

"T-Then what's my position in the company now?"

Jace smiled. "You're my secretary."

Her eyes widened. "W-What? Can't you at least put me in a C-suite role?"

He looked at her, voice cold. "Ava Voss, I could've made you a floor manager with the lowest pay grade. You're lucky I made you my secretary."

She opened her mouth but said nothing.

"And don't forget the company started going downhill under you," he added. "You pushed a rushed face cream line that caused breakouts. You nearly killed the brand you built up."

Ava looked down. She didn't argue.

Ten days passed.

Jace's schedule shifted. Most of his time went into rebuilding the company. Late nights and early mornings were for Maribel and Camila. The rest, he was in the office.

The recovery was smoother than expected. He invested another $100,000 of his own money, helped R&D (research & development) fix the face cream's formula, and launched a new marketing push. Sales picked up.

But fixing the company wasn't his only mission. He was breaking Ava slowly, piece by piece.

It was during a meeting with Clara Holt, the head of marketing.

"Sir, our team's ready to push the new face cream," Clara said. "We'll use the top models."

"That's good." Jace nodded. "Wait for a moment."

He reached over to the old office phone and pressed a button.

"Sir?" came the receptionist's voice.

"Send my secretary to bring coffee."

"Yes, sir."

A few minutes later, Ava entered. Her white shirt was tight, tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged her hips. Heels clicked against the floor. She carried a tray with two cups.

Clara's voice carried a sharp edge. "Sir, your new secretary's a little slow at her job."

Ava's face tightened. Her eyes flicked to Clara.

Jace hid a grin. He already knew the two women hated each other.

"Let's enjoy the coffee," he said, cutting the tension.

Clara smiled. "Yes, sir."

Ava set the cups down and turned to leave.

Jace took a sip, then looked up. "Ava. Where are your manners?"

She paused, hand still on the tray.

"You should be standing beside me in case I need something," he said.

"I-I thought you wouldn't need anything."

He didn't answer, but his gaze cut into her.

She quickly stepped back to his side, silent. Clara watched with barely hidden amusement.

Jace continued the meeting with Clara, speaking about branding, influencers, sales data. 

Ava stood still, her hands clutching the tray. Her skirt rode up a little when she shifted weight.

From where Jace sat, the curve of her ass was clearly visible. Without breaking his sentence, Jace reached behind her. 

And landed his hand on Ava's ass.

Ava flinched.

Clara's voice faltered. "So we'll, uh—"

"Ms. Clara?" Jace said, his tone calm.

Clara glanced at Ava for a brief second, then back to him. "Ah. Yes. So we'll time the new ad drop with the influencer campaign…"

She acted like she hadn't seen anything.

Jace pressed harder, fingers squeezing firmly.

Ava tensed. Her body stiffened, but she didn't move. She just stood there quiet.

Clara kept speaking, but her eyes kept darting back. Watching.

Jace's hand moved lower, sliding down to her bare thigh. He stroked up and down slowly, feeling her warm and smooth skin.

Ava shivered. Her breath caught in her throat.

Then his hand slipped up, under her skirt.

Her breath hitched. She stared straight ahead, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling faster.

Jace didn't hesitate. He pressed his fingers hard against her pussy through her panties, rubbing straight over her slit. The fabric was damp. She was getting wet.

He pushed firmer, tracing the line of her pussy. The pressure made her panties press into her slit, wedging between her folds. Her thighs shifted, but she didn't stop him. She couldn't.

The cold metal of his watch touched her skin. Her skin twitched. She bit her lip harder, trying to hold it together.

Then he yanked her panties aside and went straight for her naked pussy. 

She was soaked.

A soft tremble ran through her legs as his fingers went inside her. 

Her knees almost gave out.

Clara's voice cracked. "S-Sir, let's continue this meeting later."

Jace kept his tone calm, but there was a trace of amusement behind it. Like he was enjoying the awkward tension, "Why? Is something making you uncomfortable?"

Clara didn't answer right away. Her hands clutched the edge of the folder.

"S-Sir… about that..."

Jace finally pulled his hand out of her skirt. "Alright. We'll talk later."

Ava's legs gave out. She dropped to her knees, breathing hard, cheeks burning.

Clara quickly gathered the documents and left without another word.

The door clicked shut.

Ava raised her head, still panting, her voice sharp and shaking.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?"