Yvonne snapped the safe shut and scrambled under therge executive desk just as the office lights flickered on. From her hiding ce, she could only see the lower half of two people-a man and a woman.


    "Mr. Zade, what about the leading role in that period drama you promised me?" a woman''s sultry voice purred.


    "Don''t you worry. It''s all taken care of," Peter replied, pulling a contract from his desk. As the woman reached for it, he snatched it back and pushed her against the desk.


    "You little minx, you''ve been driving me crazy," he growled.


    The sounds that followed a man''s heavy breathing and a woman''s soft moans— made Yvonne want to scream. Nexus Media was rotten to the core. Even a finance director was trading roles for sex.


    Just as she was wondering how long she''d have to endure the sordid disy, it was over. A textbook case of finishing too fast.


    Peter fastened his pants and, in what he must have thought was a charming move, tucked the folded contract into the woman''s bra.


    "Oh, Mr. Zade, you''re terrible," she cooed, yfully tapping his chest. He leaned in for a kiss, but she dodged.


    "Trying to get what you want and run?” he grumbled.


    "I heard thepany just greenlit a new variety show," she said, getting straight to the point. "I want to be a permanent cast member."


    "You''ve got some nerve. Every actress in thepany is fighting for that spot."


    "But you''re the chairman''s most trusted advisor," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Surely you can get it for me."


    "I handle all of Chairman Spencer''s ounts. I know everything about him. If I ask, he wouldn''t dare refuse me," Peter boasted, his hands sliding down her waist as he buried his face her chest. "But a role like that... what''s in it for me?"


    As she struggled yfully, the woman knocked over a pen holder on the desk, scattering its contents across the floor. "Oops! I didn''t mean to," she giggled.


    Peter, ever the gentleman with a beautiful woman, bent down to pick up the fallen items.


    Under the desk, Yvonne''s heart


    stopped. A pen had rolled to a stop


    right in front of her The moment Peter bent down, he would see her. rben She held her breath, bracing for discovery.


    But at that precise moment, there was a knock on the office door.


    "Who''s in there?" It was Sandra''s voice.


    Peter and the actress hastily straightened their clothes. He opened the door. "Ms. Garcia? What are you doing here?"


    "Mr. Zade, it''s you. I saw the lights on in the finance department and thought we had a break in," Sandra s?ld her eyes flickering knowingly between Peter and the woman. They were thieves, of a sort.


    "I left a file behind. Just came back to get it," Peter lied, then quickly ushered the actress out of the office.


    The lights went out, and the office was quiet once more.


    Yvonne crawled out from under the desk. She returned to the safe and, using her tools, opened it again.


    Inside, she found thepany seals, some cash and gold bars, and most importantly, a set of ledgers.