#Chapter 120: Never Interested

The proposition strikes me like a slap to the face. Never in my wildest dreams, in all of my dealings with Mr. George in the past, would I have considered that he would corner me in a women’s restroom and try to blackmail me for sex, yet here we are. “I’m not interested,” I say firmly. “I never will be interested.” Mr. George’s hungry expression twists into one of viciousness and rage. “You should not turn me down, Esther. Do you want that photo released? You think Miles would be pleased if your inaction costs him the presidency.” The use of Miles’s name spikes even more anger inside of me. Mr. George clearly knows nothing about Miles. Miles values his ambition, yes, but if he knew what Mr. George wanted in exchange for keeping those photos quiet, Miles would not be happy. He might even throw away his own career just to protect me from this moment right here, right now. “Miles is a good man,” I say. “He would never consent to this behavior.” Mr. George’s face turns red. Sud