Denis shut his laptop and glanced at his wristwatch. The hands pointed to half past ten. A frown appeared on his face as he wondered if Anne was still at her desk, working on the report as he had ordered.
Curious, he stood and strolled out of his office. As he reached the main floor, his eyes immediately landed on Anne still in her desk, absorbed in her work.
'She is still here.'
Satisfaction curled in his chest. Anne had obeyed him, just like always. No matter how much she fought, no matter how fiercely she resisted, in the end, she followed his words.
This was the Anne he preferred—the one who worked diligently, who listened, who submitted to him, not the fiery, rebellious woman who challenged him. He wanted her like this—soft, compliant, within his reach.
A quiet chuckle escaped his lips. "Since you're working so hard, I'll reward you," he murmured. "Tonight, I'll make it up to you. I'll erase all your complaints."
