Arman Santosa had just ended the teleconference with people from Department of Defense.

As far as he knew, the contract was already well in his hands thanks to the antidote which he finally able to produce. That was a significant progress, considering the epic failure on the test five years ago which drew the attention of two rats which, luckily, could be contained before they had anything on him and his cohorts.

A faint knock averted Arman’s attention. “Come in,” he said clearly.

The door was opened, and a scene which made Arman had to swallow his lust appeared. Tara walked in, closed the door, and regally strolled towards her boss. “How’s the meeting?”

“It’s a piece of cake, all thanks to you,” he answered, staring at Tara with an intense l...

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