Look over card

You took the card from her, fingers brushing hers in a lingering touch, and scanned the embossed details—Lisa's name in crisp sans-serif, her agency logo gleaming under the bar's low lights. "Lisa, huh?" you murmured, mind already spinning with ways to dismantle her poaching game.

You wrapped up the conversation, sealing the deal on her contract with a few more murmured assurances. She rose, pulling you into a warm hug—her perfume, a sultry mix of jasmine and vanilla, enveloping you as her body pressed close. "Let's meet up soon," she whispered, lips grazing your ear before she pulled away with a promise in her eyes.

You watched her saunter out, hips swaying in that hypnotic rhythm, the bar's patrons turning heads as she vanished through the door. Satisfaction bloomed in your chest, warm and sharp—a client retained, a rival exposed.

You snatched your phone and dialed Katerina's number, fingers drumming an impatient tattoo on the scarred wooden table. "Hey, Katerina. Favor time. Pose as a potential client and book a meeting with Lisa—the agent sniffing around my roster. I want to teach her a lesson she'll remember."

Katerina's voice crackled through, cool and efficient. "On it, boss. I'll set something up for tonight, probe her on rates and services—get the full picture of what she's peddling."

You smirked, the thrill of the hunt already buzzing in your veins, and hung up. Chaos brewed in your thoughts: humiliation, leverage, the sweet snap of a career bending under your boot.

Your phone buzzed almost immediately—Katerina again. "It's done. Meeting's set for right now, at her place. She bit hard on the bait."

You could barely contain the grin splitting your face, imagining Lisa's polished facade crumbling when she realized she'd walked straight into the web.