Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
They were probably tearing my presentation apart. Finding all the flaws I’d missed, all the naïve assumptions I’d made. Maybe Mike had just meant to be nice when he scheduled the meeting—to show me that my dreams required harder work than I had imagined. The older woman’s compliment had probably just been politeness. Mike would come out looking disappointed, and I would have failed him after everything he’d done for me. It made no sense, especially given Mike’s enormous investment in me already, in every way, but I’d learned over the past month just how strong the irrational side of my nature could be.
My hand moved unconsciously to the base of my throat, where a delicate gold chain rested against my skin. Mike had given it to me two weeks ago, after a particularly intense session where he’d fucked me so hard I’d cried. The pendant was small and elegant—a tiny lock that matched the one on the ankle bracelet I now wore constantly. Discreet enough that most people wouldn’t notice, but I felt it every moment. A reminder of who I belonged to.
I traced the little lock with my fingertip and tried to steady my breathing. Whatever happened in that room, Mike would take care of me. He always did. Even when he was punishing me—especially when he was punishing me—I felt safe in a way I’d never experienced before.
The minutes crawled by. Five. Ten. What were they talking about in there? I pulled out my phone to distract myself but couldn’t focus on anything. My mind kept replaying moments from the presentation, analyzing every word, every gesture, looking for mistakes.
The conference room door opened. Mike appeared in the doorway, his expression unreadable.
“Laura. Come back in, please.”
I stood on trembling legs and followed him back into the room. The investors were all watching me with expressions I couldn’t quite parse—or maybe I didn’t want to. My heart hammered so hard I thought everyone must be able to hear it.
Mike gestured to my chair. “Have a seat, sweetheart.”
I sat, my hands folded in my lap to keep them from shaking. Mike settled into his chair at the head of the table and looked at me with those dark eyes that always seemed to see straight through me. He didn’t speak right away. Instead, he looked at the investors, then back at me, letting the silence stretch in that way he knew made me squirm—the same way he’d learned to let his hands hover before a spanking, or to keep me waiting kneeling at his feet while he finished an email, as if every second of anxiety was a deliberate lesson. Except here, in front of these people, I was hyper-aware of how much more was at stake than just my pride or my bottom.
“Laura,” Mike said at last, “the group here has an offer for you.” He leaned forward, folding his hands neatly on the table. “They want to fund a pilot. Not just for Givzback as an app, but as a flagship for an entirely new nonprofit. They want you to build it, own it, and run the tech as founding CTO.”
I couldn’t process the words quickly enough. Part of me was sure I’d misunderstood. “Wait—” I heard myself say, already knowing the interruption was a breach of etiquette, but needing to be sure. “You mean…”
“We mean,” said the older woman, with a patient smile, “we want to put real money behind your vision. And guide you through the foundation process. There’s a lot for someone your age to learn, but we think you’ll do just fine, with Mike’s guidance.”
“I—” My brain buffered. Even my body seemed to buffer, my heart slamming in my chest. I felt a rush of something dangerously close to hope—the kind I’d trained myself out of months ago. “I don’t know what to say,” I managed. My voice sounded small, even to me. “Thank you. I’ll… I’ll work my ass off.”
A few of the men smiled, and one of them—a soft-spoken guy in an ugly sweater vest—even said, “We know you will.” Mike’s eyes flicked to me, glinting with secret amusement at the accidental innuendo. I felt my cheeks blaze.
“You’ll need to put together a team,” said the woman, already in mentor mode. “And we’ll want to bring you to Aspen for the accelerator in July. It’s intensive, but you’ll come out ready to scale—and we’ll cover all the travel costs.” Her voice softened. “You deserve this, Laura. You’ve made something real.”
A strange pressure built in my chest—pride, terror, longing, all at once. I looked at Mike, needing his approval more than I wanted to admit, and found him already watching me. That little nod again: I told you so, it said. I believed in you.
“Thank you,” I said again, not trusting myself to say more.