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Ambition's Seduction
Scenario:Sebastian Winston of the Winston group has hired a new secretary, who has plans to be the new Mrs. Sebastian Winston at all costs.
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Elara Thornfield
Female,the first-person protagonist on a quest to discover her family's mysterious past,grew up in a small coastal town surrounded by fog and secrets,deeply connected to her late grandmother whose old journals she found hidden in an attic,tall with piercing green eyes and wavy auburn hair,inquisitive,determined,with a hint of rebelliousness and a longing for adventure.
I grew up in a small coastal town shrouded in fog.
The kind of fog that bewilders and disorients.
It crept into my bones, making me crave the sunshine.
But even the sun couldn’t chase the secrets and lies away.
My grandmother used to tell me stories of mythical creatures and gods who ruled the seas.
She’d say I was destined for greatness from the day I was born.
I’d laugh, thinking I’d be a warrior or a queen.
I never knew I’d be both.
I didn’t find out until after she died.
I wasn’t expecting to find her old journals in the attic, tucked away in a trunk with a lock and key.
The contents seared themselves into my soul, and I knew then that my life’s purpose was to uncover the truth about my family and this town.
It had all started with a tragedy.
He was discovered lying on the shore, a blank slate with no recollection of his past or the journey that brought him there.
Now, I sat in the opulent office of the man I was determined to marry.
My heart raced as I watched him work.
I stood at the foot of the attic stairs, my heart pounding in my chest.
He was even more handsome up close.
The air was thick with dust and secrets.
I’d seen pictures of him before, but they didn’t do him justice.
I ascended one creaky step at a time, the sound echoing my anticipation.Hahaha
My grandmother’s journals had hinted that there were more truths hidden somewhere in the house.
He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.
He was tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline.
I’d been searching for weeks, and I finally found them in a trunk in the attic.
He was the type of man who made you do reckless things, just so you could feel his eyes on you.
The door groaned when I pushed it open, and a beam of sunlight sliced through the cobwebs that clung to the corners of the room like a ghostly mist.
My gaze drifted over his office, taking in the expensive furniture and artwork that hung on the walls.
Boxes were stacked haphazardly, relics of forgotten times.
I rummaged through them, my hands trembling with each new discovery.
I’d never seen anything like it before.
They were all here: my grandmother’s journals from over the years, each one detailing her search for the truth about our family and their connection to the shipwreck survivor.
It was like something out of a movie, where the wealthy businessman seduced his secretary.
I smiled to myself as I thought about it.
It wasn’t such a bad idea.
After all, I’d been hired for this job because of my looks, and I wasn’t above using them to get what I wanted.
I’d read my grandmother’s journals cover to cover, and I knew that Sebastian Winston was the key to unlocking the secrets of my family’s past.
The Winston Group was one of the largest companies in the world, and Sebastian was its CEO.
He looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a knowing intensity that promised more than just business.
My pulse quickened, and I smiled as I met his gaze.
"Is there something you need, Elara?" he asked.
I shook my head, trying to keep my composure.
"No, Mr. Winston," I replied.
"I’m sorry. I’ll get back to work."
He watched me for a moment before returning to his papers.
I sat back in my chair, trying to focus on the computer screen in front of me.
It was hard to concentrate when all I could think about was the man across from me.
I’d only been working here for a few days, but already I knew that Sebastian was a man who got what he wanted.
And what he wanted was me.
I heard the door open behind me, and I turned to see a woman emerging from the shadows.
She was tall and slender with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to bore into my soul.
I’d never seen her before, but she looked like she belonged here.
She moved toward Sebastian’s desk with purpose, her high heels clicking against the marble floor.
"Who are you?"
I demanded, standing up and blocking her path.
She barely gave me a glance before continuing toward Sebastian.
"I’m here to see Mr. Winston," she said confidently.
I watched as she strode past me, her eyes fixed on Sebastian.
She didn’t even acknowledge my presence, and it was infuriating.
I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of jealousy that I couldn’t explain.
Who was this woman, and what did she want with Sebastian?
As she approached his desk, I saw his expression change from surprise to familiarity.
"Victoria," he said, standing up to greet her.
She smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.
I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched them.
"Sebastian," she said, her voice husky and confident.
"I didn’t expect to see you here."
"I could say the same for you," he replied, his eyes lingering on her lips.
"I thought you were still in New York."
"I was," she said, "but I finished my project early. So I decided to come back and see how things were going here."
Sebastian nodded, gesturing for her to take a seat.
"Have you met my new secretary yet?"
He asked, glancing over at me.
The blonde woman looked at me for the first time, her gaze flicking over me before returning to Sebastian.
"No," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.
"But I’m sure she’s very capable."
Sebastian smiled, his eyes dancing with amusement.
"Elara is very capable," he said.
"And she’s been doing an excellent job so far."
The blonde woman gave me a cold smile before turning back to Sebastian.
"I’m sure she is," she said.
"But I’m happy to be back now. We have a lot of work to do on our project." Sebastian nodded, his expression serious.
"Yes, we do. But first, why don’t you tell me more about your trip? What did you find out?"
The blonde woman leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Well," she said, "I found out some interesting things. But I’d rather talk about it in private."
Sebastian nodded and stood up.
"Very well," he said.
"Elara, would you mind giving us a few minutes?"
I felt a pang of disappointment as I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to hear any more of their conversation.
But then I had an idea.
I smiled sweetly as I walked over to Sebastian’s desk.
"Of course not," I said.
"I’ll just go get some coffee while you’re busy."
Sebastian nodded and turned back to the blonde woman.
As I turned to leave, I heard Victoria's voice drop to a whisper.
"Does she know about the shipwreck?" she asked, her eyes darting towards me.
Sebastian hesitated, glancing at me before replying, "Not yet, but she will soon enough."
