I OWN EVERY INCH OF HIS ARROGANCE. Charles Adams was a titan of industry until he failed me. Now he is nothing more than raw material for my latest project. I have stripped him of his suit and his pride. In my office, the high-level executive dies and a submissive doll is born. I have replaced his power with lace and his ego with silk. Every cinch of his corset reminds him of his new place at my feet. The sting of my discipline is the only language he understands now. He finds a dark, twisted peace in his own humiliation. He is no longer a man. He is my maid. While I dismantle my rivals across the conference table, he remains hidden in the shadows beneath it. He is a silent, secret footstool for my designer heels. The threat of discovery only fuels his devotion. He has traded his corporate ladder for a life of domestic servitude and absolute possession. The transformation is final. I have broken the pride of Apex Marketing and rebuilt him in my image. He is a masterpiece of satin and steel. He exists only for my pleasure and my command. He is the eternal property of my throne.