My Milf Conqueror System novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: New prince

The Administration Building was locked, but my key card worked. The hallways were dark, shadows stretching long across the marble floors.

I walked toward the end of the hall, the sound of my dress shoes echoing in the silence.

5 Days, 13 Hours Remaining.

The System’s timer was ticking down in the corner of my vision, a red reminder that my academic survival hung in the balance. Breach the Professional Barrier.

I knocked on the heavy oak door.

"Enter."

Elena was sitting behind her desk. The office was dim, lit only by a green banker’s lamp and the city lights outside. She wasn’t working. She was waiting.

She had a glass of scotch in her hand. A second glass sat empty on the coaster across from her.

"Victoria called me," Elena said, her voice cutting through the silence. She didn’t look up from her glass. "She said you took her to the roof. She said you were... ’refreshing.’"

"She kept the grant," I said, walking into the room and closing the door.

"I know. She wired the funds an hour ago."

Elena finally looked up. Her eyes were dark, unreadable.

"She also said she offered you a job."

"She did."

"And?"

"I told her I was busy."

Elena stood up. She walked around the desk, moving into the pool of light. She looked tired, her guard down just a fraction.

"Victoria doesn’t offer jobs, Jake. She collects people. She finds bright, shiny things and she puts them in her collection until she gets bored. And she always gets bored."

"Is that a warning?"

"It’s a fact." She stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell the sandalwood perfume. "She and I... we have a history of competing for the same things. Grants. Awards."

She paused, her gaze dropping to my tie.

"Men."

The air in the room shifted. It wasn’t just professional anymore. It was charged. The System flared a warning, but I ignored it. This was the moment.

"I’m not a trophy, Elena," I said quietly.

It was the first time I had used her first name since she gave her permission.

Her eyes snapped up to mine. Surprise flickered there, followed by something darker. Interest.

"No," she murmured. "You’re not. A trophy sits on a shelf. You... you are so much more."

She reached out, her fingers brushing the lapel of my leather jacket. It was a tentative touch, testing the waters.

"Why did you turn her down?" she asked. "The Sterling Foundation is a global empire. I’m just a Dean at a university."

"Because Victoria wants a pet," I said, holding her gaze. "She wants someone to drive her cars and listen to her stories."

I took a step closer, invading her personal space.

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