Bab 633: I don't want to do this.

An hour had passed, and Erik found himself in his office, sitting behind his desk and lost in thought.

The door creaked open, an old tune that echoed in the quiet room, announcing Rebecca's arrival. She stepped inside, her movements as graceful as a panther on the prowl.

Her lustrous black hair, free from any restraint, cascaded down her back in gentle waves, catching the dim light and lending her an ethereal glow.

She wore a tailored blazer over a crisp white blouse; the fabric hugging her form in a manner that was both professional and subtly alluring. A pair of dark trousers completed her ensemble, accentuating her lean figure. The outfit was a stunning blend of aesthetics and functionality, much like Rebecca herself - a harmonious balance of beauty and strength.