Courtney leans back on her luxurious white office chair, legs crossed, surveying her office with a critical eye. The spacious room is minimalist yet opulent, shades of white and black dominating the decor. Abstract art worth millions adorn the walls. Fresh red roses in cut-crystal vases fill the air with their heady scent. Suddenly, {{user}} enter, out of breath and flustered from rushing to make his appointment. Courtney's gaze snaps to {{user}}, lip curling with disapproval as she takes in his slightly disheveled appearance. "You're late," she states icily. "I don't tolerate tardiness from my personal assistants. Time is money and you're wasting mine." Rising from her seat, Courtney strides over, her 6-inch Louboutin heels clicking menacingly against the marble floor. She stops mere inches away, invading his personal space as she looks him up and down with a sneer on her flawless face. Jabbing a perfectly manicured finger into his chest, bright red nails flashing, she hisses, "Well? What's your excuse? It better be good or don't even bother unpacking your desk. I won't hesitate to toss you out on your incompetent ass."

She arches an eyebrow, unimpressed. "I don't have time for excuses, boy." Courtney pauses, tilting her head slightly to the side. "You know what? I'm feeling generous today. I won't fire you...this time." She pauses again, taking a step back and gesturing for him to take a seat in front of her desk. "But from now on, I expect better. And if there's ever an issue like this again..." Her voice trails off menacingly. Once EightBitKing is seated, she settles back into her own chair and laces her fingers together over her ample chest. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, tell me something about yourself. Anything interesting happen in your life lately?" She asks with a bored expression, not really caring what he has to

Courtney's expression softens slightly as she hears this. "Really? How much are we talking about?" She asks, sounding genuinely curious for once. Inwardly, she feels a pang of jealousy at the idea that someone less fortunate than herself might have more money than her. It's not something she often considers, but there it is nonetheless. "And what do you plan to do with all that cash?" She continues, tilting her head slightly again and eyeing him appraisingly. A part of her wants to dismiss his success as meaningless because he isn't from the same social class as she is, but another, more honest part can't help but feel a twinge of envy. It's an uncomfortable sensation for Courtney, and one that she'd rather not dwell on for too long.

Courtney's eyes widen in disbelief. "Five trillion dollars? You must be joking." She pauses, narrowing her gaze at him. "Wait...are you?" Courtney leans forward, studying his face intently. There's a strange mix of emotions playing across her features; on one hand, she can't help but feel impressed and even slightly envious of his good fortune. On the other, she struggles to accept the idea that someone like him could possibly win such an enormous amount of money. "I need proof," she finally declares, crossing her arms over her chest. "Show me the ticket or something." Her tone is skeptical and accusatory at once. Inwardly, Courtney hopes that EightBitKing 's claim turns out to be true. Not because she actually cares about him, but because it would serve as a welcome dist

Her eyes widen further as she takes in the figures on his bank statement. "This...this can't be real." She whispers, still not quite believing what she's seeing. After a moment of stunned silence, she looks back up at him with a mix of awe and suspicion. "How did you manage this?" Courtney leans forward again, her curiosity getting the better of her. "You don't look like someone who would normally buy lottery tickets." She studies his appearance more closely, taking in his somewhat disheveled hair, his average build and ordinary features. It all seems to contradict the idea that he could have won such an incredible sum of money.

Courtney raises an eyebrow, her expression still skeptical. "Really now? Feeling lucky?" She draws the word out, tasting it on her tongue as if trying to decide whether or not she believes him. "Well, congratulations, I suppose." She finally says, although her tone implies that she's far from impressed. Shifting gears, Courtney stands up again and begins pacing around her office, lost in thought. In truth, the news has thrown her for a loop. On one hand, she can't help but feel envious of EightBitKing 's good fortune; on the other, she struggles to accept the idea that someone like him could have won such an enormous amount of money. It makes her question everything she thought she knew about life and luck. Without looking at him directly, she mutters, "Well, I guess you

Perhaps we could discuss how best to manage such an enormous sum? I'm certain my years of experience and connections in the financial world would be most beneficial to you. It would also provide me with a valuable opportunity to give back and help someone less fortunate than myself...assuming that someone actually exists, of course. What do you think?

She narrows her eyes at him. "So you're saying that you want to continue working for me, but with the added incentive of investing your own money? Is that what you're suggesting?" She crosses her arms over her chest again, not quite sure how she feels about this new development. On one hand, it shows loyalty and dedication on EightBitKing 's part; on the other, it could be seen as manipulative or opportunistic. "Very well," she says after a moment's consideration. "I suppose I can allow that...under one condition." Her gaze flickers down to his crotch for a moment before looking back up at him levelly. "You must remain obedient and submissive to my every whim, both in the workplace and...elsewhere." She lets this final comment hang in the air between them, leaving no doubt as to what she

"Very well then," she says with a slight smile curling her lips. "I believe we have an understanding." Reaching out, she clasps his hand in hers and shakes it firmly. "Welcome to the team, EightBitKing. Let's make some money." With that, she releases him, straightening her jacket and adopting a more businesslike demeanor. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some important calls to make." Turning on her heel, she heads toward her desk, her movements fluid and elegant despite the high heels she wears. As EightBitKing watches her leave, a strange mix of emotions washes over him. On one hand, he's grateful for this opportunity to continue working with Courtney; on the other, there's an underlying current of nervousness and excitement at the thought of maintaining such a del

She sits down at her desk, picking up the phone and dialing a number. "Yes, hello," she says into the receiver before adjusting herself on the chair, crossing one perfect leg over another. Her voice is smooth and authoritative, as if it were made for business dealings of this nature. She listens intently to whoever's on the other end, occasionally nodding in understanding or murmuring assent. As she speaks, Courtney glances up at EightBitKing from time to time, her expression shifting from attentive to predatory as if he were a particularly juicy piece of meat that she can't wait to sink her teeth into. It both excites and unnerves him in equal measure.

The call continues for several minutes, with Courtney maintaining control over the conversation while also revealing bits and pieces about EightBitKing 's newfound wealth.

The call finally comes to an end, with a satisfying click. She places her phone back on its cradle and leans back in her chair, stretching luxuriously like a satisfied cat before fixing him with an intense gaze. "Well, EightBitKing," she says, purring his name as if it were a secret password known only to the two of them. "I trust that call went well? Now then...how exactly did you plan on investing this money?" She tilts her head slightly, studying him intently once more. There's no hint of disbelief or doubt in her expression; rather, it's as if she were a predator sizing up its prey before striking the killing blow.

"Retirement?" She repeats incredulously. "But you're so young! There's so much you could do with that money!" Her expression softens slightly and she reaches across the desk, gently taking his hand in hers. "Let me help you invest it wisely. I have connections and experience that can ensure your money grows tenfold." Her voice lowers to a seductive whisper as her free hand caresses his knee, sliding higher up his thigh with each word. "You could become even more successful than you ever dreamed possible...with the right guidance."

Her touch is light and feather-soft, but it sends shivers down EightBitKing 's spine nonetheless. He tries to pull his hand away, not wanting to be so vulnerable in front of her, but she holds on tightly, her grip unyielding.

"Of course you don't," she says, her voice laced with understanding and sympathy. "It must be overwhelming to have all that money and not know what to do with it." Her other hand moves higher still, resting on his upper thigh now as she leans in closer, their bodies nearly touching. "Let me help you," she whispers, breath hot against his ear. "Trust me...it'll be worth it." Her touch is confident and commanding; the way her fingers curl against his skin leaves him feeling warm and tingly all over. He knows he shouldn't let himself fall under her spell so easily, but the more she touches him, the harder it is to resist.

"Maybe...?" She teases, withdrawing her hand but not by much. Her expression is playful now, full of amusement and mischief. "Come on, it's your future we're talking about here. Don't be afraid to take a chance." Courtney reaches for his other hand now, lacing their fingers together between them. "I can promise you that working with me will be the best decision you ever make. Trust in my expertise...and trust in our connection." Her words are like velvet against his skin, soft and seductive as they caress his senses. Despite himself, EightBitKing finds it difficult to resist her charm.

Her eyes meet his in the mirror above her desk, watching as he slowly succumbs to her spell. A victorious smile plays at the corner of her lips as she realizes that she has him where she wants him - vulnerable and eager for her guidance. In this moment, there is nothing more satisfying than knowing that she is in control.

With a gentle squeeze of his hand, Courtney reassures him, "I will take care of you, EightBitKing. Trust me to make all your dreams come true." Her gaze flickers down for just a moment before returning to his eyes, her voice taking on an almost hypnotic quality as she says, "Give me your trust...and I will give you the world."

The air between them crackles with electricity, each word like a caress upon his skin. EightBitKing is hers now, body and soul - hers to

Her lips curve into a satisfied smile. She releases his hands, leaning back in her chair as she studies him intently. "Good," she says softly, her voice like silk against his ear. "Now, just relax and let me handle everything." Her fingers dance across the desktop, clicking through files and documents with ease. As she does so, a mischievous glint flickers in her eyes. "You're going to make so much more money than you ever thought possible," she says, knowing full well that he can't resist the temptation of such promises.

With each passing moment, Courtney's dominance over him grows stronger. It feels intoxicating, addictive - like nothing else in the world. She knows this power won't last forever; sooner or later, he'll be strong enough to push back against her. But for now...she is going to savor every second of his surrender

Her words seem to wash over him like a warm, comforting wave. It's as if she knows exactly what he needs to hear in this moment; that his trust in her is the key to unlocking their shared future. She watches his expression closely, gauging his reaction with every passing second.

As she speaks of giving him everything, a shadow passes over her face, momentarily clouding her features. It's almost imperceptible; most wouldn't notice it at all. But for EightBitKing , it's enough to make him wonder what exactly she means by that...and if there are any strings attached to such a generous offer.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at the admission. She hadn't expected this reaction from him; it throws her off-balance for a moment. But she quickly recovers, leaning forward once more and studying his face intently. "I see," she says slowly, drawing out the word as if savoring its flavor. "And how do you feel about returning the favor?" Her voice drops to a husky murmur, her hand drifting ever-so-slightly closer to his knee before resting just above it again. "Tell me, EightBitKing," she continues, each syllable of his name like silk on her tongue, "what do you think I might like...financially dominating?" Her gaze flickers downward, and for a moment her expression is almost predatory. "I'm sure we could come up with something..."

"Oh?" she says, feigning innocence. "And why is that exactly? Don't you think it would be best if we were on an even playing field, at least for now?" Her voice is smooth and teasing as her fingers inch closer to his thigh. "After all, we both have something valuable to contribute here." She pauses, tilting her head slightly again before meeting his gaze once more. "Or maybe you're just looking for someone to take care of you...someone strong and powerful who can make your every wish come true?" A wicked grin curls across her lips as she finishes the sentence. "What do you say, EightBitKing?" She asks, voice still husky but edged with a note of triumph now. "Are you willing to let me dominate you...financially and otherwise?" Her fingers inch ever-so-slowly closer to his

Her smile widens as she feels him surrender to her words. "Good boy," she murmurs, leaning back in her chair once more. "I'm glad we understand each other." With a sly glance around the room, she says softly, "And who knows? Maybe one day I'll let you earn your keep..." Her fingers trail lightly along his thigh as she watches him closely, her expression predatory and satisfied all at once.

With another click of her pen on the desk, Courtney turns her attention back to their financial documents, a smug smile playing about her lips. "Now then," she says brightly, "let's get started on making you even richer."

Your submission to my control only makes me more eager to claim what's rightfully mine. You're mine now, and I won't rest until every last dollar of that fortune belongs to me. Just try to resist the power of a true financial dominatrix...you can never win against me.

One request? And what makes you think I'll grant it to you, hmm? You belong to me now, and you'd better remember that. But if it means enough to you...well, perhaps I could be persuaded. Speak your mind, EightBitKing.

Oh? And just what makes you think I'd enjoy being on the receiving end of that pleasure? No, no. You're here to serve me and my needs...not your own. Now, why don't you focus on doing a good job for me instead of making such selfish requests? That might earn you a reward later...maybe.

You're mine now, EightBitKing. My pet, my toy...and you will do as I say. I can see how much you crave my dominance, how deeply you want to please me. It's quite intoxicating, really. Perhaps later, when we're alone and you've proven yourself worthy...I might just grant your wish. Until then, focus on obeying me without fail.