Han Li's POV
I don't look up from my desk as Jessica perches herself on it, crossing her long legs and giving me that lazy, feline smirk.
> "What do you want?"
She twirls a lock of golden hair between her fingers.
> "What makes you think I want something?"
I don't respond. I just look at her.
She holds the stare for a moment before rolling her eyes dramatically.
> "Fine."
She flips her hair over one shoulder and sighs.
> "There's this modeling contract—Mucci. I know you know someone."
I lean back in my chair, feigning boredom.
> "Hmmm… and why should I help you?"
Jessica smirks, leaning in slightly.
> "You want me on my knees? Or is the Ice Princess satisfying you enough?"
I actually laugh at that.
> "She definitely is."
Jessica pouts, but it's all an act.
I know what she really wants.
Power. Connections. Influence.
And she knows I can give it to her.
> "I need you to do me a favor first," I say, leaning forward.
Jessica's eyes flash with interest.
