My Milf Conqueror System novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Survival

I stayed in her office longer than I should have. The silence stretched, heavy and oppressive, as she evaluated me.

I wasn’t used to this kind of attention—intense, calculating, silent. Normally, people looked right through me. Now, her eyes were dissecting every line of my face, every tremor in my hands.

I reminded myself to breathe. Keep calm. Stay steady.

"You have a bold way of showing up," she said finally. Her tone wasn’t hostile, but it wasn’t warm either. It was the tone of a woman deciding whether to sign a contract or shred it.

"I didn’t see the point in waiting for an invitation that would never come," I replied.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Most people come in here pretending. Flattering. Trying to win me over with charm. You... just laid it out."

"Charm didn’t work," I said honestly. "So I tried facts."

She circled the table slowly, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "You found a discrepancy in the Singapore deal. Why should I believe a college student understands international mergers? Why should I listen to a... nobody?"

I met her gaze steadily. "Because I noticed what your entire analyst team ignored. I’m top of my class in macroeconomics, Sofia. I don’t just look at numbers; I look at patterns. Your competitor isn’t just hiring lawyers; they’re buying silence. That’s why you missed it."

Her lips twitched—almost a smirk. "You checked my team’s work?"

"I checked everyone’s work."

She tilted her head, testing my nerve. This was the real test. Not the System, not the Charisma stats. This was raw human judgment.

"You’re reckless," she said finally. "And reckless people usually get burned."

"And cautious people usually get blindsided," I countered.

She studied me for a long moment, glancing at the clock on the wall, then back to me.

"You’re intriguing, Jake. But intrigue doesn’t close deals. And it doesn’t save companies."

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