A striking young man entered the room. He seemed confident and intelligent, while his charisma made him more manly than a typical marketing manager.

“This is Grayson Newell,” Atlas said, “He can meet all your needs. Of course, you’re still my woman—those needs are only for work-related matters.”

His words made me flush. He always spoke so boldly before me. I mumbled, “What do you mean, your woman?”

Grayson scratched his head and grinned, addressing me, “Ms. Chloe.”

I gazed at him and asked,