The lights in the audit department office were bone-chilling. Allison stood before Victor's desk, the tip of her high heel grinding over fragments of her mother's medical bills scattered on the floor. Victor reclined in his leather swivel chair, his fingertips tracing the fake audit documents she'd submitted before seizing her wrist. "Miss Jones, the key to the Southeast Asian account isn't so easily fooled." He ripped open her coat, the lace lingerie beneath quivering in the air conditioning. "Nine o'clock tonight, dock warehouse. Bring the real key—or your mother's chemo machine will 'accidentally' shut down."
A phone vibration shattered the standoff. Caleb's text coiled up her spine like a viper: "Audit progress report. My penthouse, seven tonight. Be late by a second, face the consequences."
Sweat beaded on Allison's palms, but she flashed a fearless smile. Lily's tactics from last night echoed in her mind: "Let sex be a double-edged sword, piercing both enemies at once." She decided to weave their traps into a lethal net.
Caleb's penthouse smelled of red wine and sandalwood. He leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, shirt cuffs rolled to reveal the old scar on his wrist, its edges dark red in the moonlight. "You've audited more than you realize." He clamped her chin, forcing her to bite her tongue. "Victor set an ambush at the dock, and I planted new surveillance in your apartment." Abruptly, he pinned her against the glass, sexual aggression crashing over her like a storm. The cold frame clashed with his scorching body heat as he panted against her ear: "Where's the key? Or are you bribing Victor with your body?"
Allison forced a seductive smile through the pain, her fingers stealthily sliding into his pocket to steal a duplicate of his encrypted card. Sex became an interrogation, each thrust a clash of threats and lies. As climax hit, she bit his shoulder, the sting of blood making him falter. She slipped the card into his bookshelf, calculating: this erotic game had stalled Victor and netted her new evidence.
At midnight, the dock warehouse's iron gate rusted in the damp air. Allison stepped into the darkness in heels, a mini bomb hidden in her bun ready to detonate. Victor's shadow emerged from behind a shipping container, clutching a photo of her mother. "Hand over the key, or this face—" He tore the photo, fragments fluttering like snow. "Will end up in every street trash can."
Suddenly, Caleb's voice echoed from above. A crane's spotlight flooded the scene as he landed, gun aimed at Victor's head. "Miss Jones' 'loyalty' was indeed a worthy investment." He ripped off Victor's tie, binding him to a rusted pillar. "Now, it's time to settle our debts."
Allison was forced to kneel on the concrete as Caleb's boot tipped up her chin. Moonlight etched the hard lines of his jaw, but sexual aggression struck again. He tore open her shirt, her skin shivering in the night wind—only to ignite a hotter flame in his pupils. "You stole my encrypted card and played Victor like a fool." His lips met hers with punishing force. "But maybe… I should reward your cleverness." Sex unfolded to Victor's curses, pain and pleasure tangling into a dangerous current. After climax, Allison feigned sleep in his arms, palm clutching a recording of Victor's crimes he'd inadvertently revealed—this time, she'd torn off Victor's mask and heard Caleb's broken confession for the first time.
The next day, in the boardroom, Allison projected evidence from the encrypted card onto the hologram: Victor's money laundering with Southeast Asian politicians, the tampered clauses in Anna's will. Caleb's blue eyes lingered on the fading hickey on her neck as he chuckled: "Miss Jones' auditing skills seem to transcend professional boundaries." He announced Victor's dismissal, sparking chaos in the room.
But the storm wasn't over. In the restroom, Allison received Lily's encrypted warning: "Victor fled to Obsidian's overseas base. He's kidnapped your mother." Clutching the key USB drive, she recalled Caleb's hoarse words from last night: "Anna's death wasn't an accident, but Victor was the mastermind." She had to solve this blood-soaked mystery before Caleb uncovered the truth.