Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 618

Chapter 618: Grace and the Chairman

Grace, the chairman’s trusted secretary, moved through the upper floors of the Awakened Association headquarters without haste.

The corridors were buzzing with life at this hour, ensuring she received many greetings as she passed.

Once, not that long ago, she would have been moving faster, carrying herself with extreme urgency and tension in her shoulders, carrying a tablet clutched too tightly in her hands because whatever she was about to report would demand extreme urgency.

Not today.

She’d been through this dance one too many times.

As such, she stopped before a broad, reinforced door marked with the chairman’s insignia and knocked, polite and measured.

"Come in," the chairman called.

Grace entered smoothly and closed the door behind her. She smiled as she approached, warm and professional, and the chairman felt his shoulders loosen before he realized it. She crossed the room, turned, and sat without waiting to be invited, one leg sliding over the other as she leaned back comfortably in the chair opposite his desk.

Her posture suggested familiarity and ease.

The chairman raised an eyebrow, amused. "This looks serious enough to come upstairs personally instead of calling, but relaxed enough that I’m guessing no city is on fire. Should I be worried, Grace?"

She rested her hands lightly on her thigh, fingers relaxed, expression pleasant.

"No immediate evacuations required," she replied. "No emergency votes. No requests for emergency authority."

He exhaled quietly and leaned back in his chair. "Good. Then what brings you here?"

"Do you find conversing with me so unpleasant, Chairman? Is it my age?" Grace asked with a slight tilt of her head. Her smile suddenly turned icy cold, losing any and all familiarity. "Should I resign? Would you prefer a young, promiscuous woman as your secretary who ’accidentally’ wears a shorter skirt than mandated and keeps ’accidentally’ bending over in compromising positions to ’pick up’ something from the ground?"

"..." The chairman instantly sighed. "You’re watching those youngsters too much. Your professionalism is becoming questionable."

"It was you who tasked me with monitoring them, Chairman," Grace smiled deeper. "You told me to monitor ’all’ their content... Maybe they’re better influencers than we gave them credit for~?"

"... Enough playing around," the chairman grumbled, knowing full well his secretary was just playing around. The two knew each other long enough for such exchanges to occur, though the man couldn’t help but notice that she had changed slightly since her assignment...

"Duly noted," Grace met his gaze, and warmth returned to her expression, as if her questions never existed to begin with.

"Valhalla’s Sinners are shocking the world once again."

The chairman blinked.

"Hmm?"

The chairman stared at her for a second longer, clearly waiting for the rest of the explanation to arrive on its own.

It didn’t.

"Hmm?" he repeated, brow furrowing this time. "That’s it? That’s the report?"

Grace’s composure broke down once again as she giggled, bringing a hand up to her mouth in a way that felt entirely unprofessional and entirely deliberate. The sound was light, amused, as if she were watching someone walk toward an obvious trap with confidence.

"Chairman," she said gently, "please. Just open your media platform instead of asking the impossible of me, which is explaining what’s going on properly."

He eyed her suspiciously. "You came all the way up here for that?"

"Yes, I would like to see your reaction in person," Grace replied, still smiling. "It should be on your homepage."

He grumbled under his breath as he reached inward. "The algorithm these days is becoming increasingly invasive. I don’t even watch their streams. Why would it be on my homepage?"

Grace said nothing. She only watched.

His frown deepened as the platform manifested.

Then his mouth tightened.

Right there. Center placement. Massive engagement banner. Live indicator pulsing steadily.

VALHALLA’S SINNERS — LIVE

Grace’s shoulders shook as she tried, and failed, to suppress another laugh, seeing his sour expression.

He leaned forward, irritation growing as he took in the viewer count, the rate of interaction, the fact that the platform had overridden his preferences entirely to push the stream front and center.

High-intensity / First-Person (Viewer Warning):

Stable / Immersive First-View (Lower Intensity):

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