By using his police officer slave

He turned to Sanchez.

“Officer Sanchez. Take off your uniform shirt and bra. Show Miss Shah your tits.”

“Yes Master,” Sanchez answered in the same flat tone. She unbuttoned the uniform shirt without hesitation, pulled it off, then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The bra fell away. Her breasts settled free, full, soft, nipples slightly dark against her skin. She stood there bare-chested, arms at her sides, waiting for the next order.

Nadine’s expression shifted from professional interest to open disgust. She stared at the exposed officer for a second, then looked back at Mason with real anger.

“What the hell is wrong with you? She’s a person, Mason. You don’t just order a woman to strip like she’s a prop in your story. Even if what you’re saying is true, treating her like an object makes you no better than them.”

Mason’s jaw tightened. He kept his eyes on Nadine rather than the half-naked cop.

“I don’t have the luxury of being gentle right now. My sister is gone. These people have politicians, cops and God knows who else in their pocket. I have two triggered women and whatever information I can scrape together. If I don’t use every resource I have, Serena stays theirs. I’m not enjoying this. I’m surviving it.”

The two of them stared at each other across the desk for a long moment. Nadine’s anger didn’t fully disappear, but it cooled into something more practical. She glanced at Sanchez again, still standing there bare-chested and motionless, then exhaled slowly.

“Fine. I don’t like it, but I understand the position you’re in. If you can bring me solid, verifiable information, names, locations, financial trails, anything that can’t be dismissed as conspiracy, I can push for a special feature. Prime time. Full segment. Once it’s out in the open on a major network, even their political friends will have a harder time burying it. Public pressure is the one thing that still scares people like this.”

Mason felt a spark of real hope for the first time in days.

“That’s genius. If we can get it on air before they clean everything up, they won’t be able to just make it disappear. I’ll get you whatever I can. Documents, recordings, names of the people running it. Whatever it takes.”

Nadine nodded once. “Then we have a plan. Be careful. These people clearly don’t leave loose ends.”

Mason stood. Officer Sanchez was still half-naked. He told her to put her clothes back on. She obeyed immediately, fastening the bra and buttoning the uniform shirt as if nothing unusual had happened. Mason thanked Nadine, promised to stay in contact, and headed for the door.

Halfway into the hallway the sinking feeling hit him hard. What if Nadine was already one of them? What if the frat had gotten to her years ago and this entire meeting was a trap? The thought made his stomach turn. He stopped, turned around, and walked back into the office.

Nadine looked up, surprised.

Mason met her eyes and spoke the phrase clearly.

“Submission Sublime Surrender.”