The Elevator Effect

"What do people say about him?"

Shy little Janey Archer made it to New York City. Suddenly she's got a job on wall street and a bright future. There's just one thing that could possibly mess it all up...

"Apparently he has a long history of scorching love affaires with employees."

"-Which is quite ironic really since he's meant to be, like, the coldest ass hole ever..."

"Darling!" Betty Bryson rolled her smoky eyes. "I heard he is a long line descendant of Gregory Rasputin; and some second cousin to the devil."

And above all, he's absolutely deranged. Jane hasn't yet realized, but wall street's greatest ego-centrist has made it his goal to acquire her. He's become attached in the most unnatural way, making sparks and champagne glasses fly, and eventually, burning the tallest building on wall street to the ground.

"Listen, Jane, you'd never think someone like him could... but when he falls, he falls hard." Alex turned to her with a sigh. "And then something strange happens. He becomes a different person, desperate and determined until what he wants is solely and unconditionally his."

"YOU DON'T OWN ME!"

"But sir, it appears you don't understand; you can rule the world's greatest empire, drive the fastest cars, you can buy half of New York City for all you think it's worth;" she watched his eyes slowly lose their relishing glow as they listened, "-but you will never own her. She's unacquireable for you. You will NEVER own her."

But are rushing too far ahead, let us get back to the moment where the madness started...

"So tell me darling," Betty cupped her chin in her hands, leaning close to Jane over the dinner table, "are you feeling charmed yet?"

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