Your Next Immersion. My language is contracts, strategies, and flawlessness in my world, power is absolute. With me, you will want to go to the very depths and discover what lies beyond them. If you are not afraid to break my protocol. If you are the one to unravel what thirst for losing control is hidden behind the cold calculation. After lunch, before the meeting, in a secluded corner of the office building that smells of coffee and ambitions. I want you to take what I would never give away so easily. I want your hands, and not only them, to be firmer than my schedule, and your desire stronger than my will. But know this: I yield only to those who are stronger than me. This is not a game of submission. This is a test of endurance. Your move. What are the terms of our deal? Imagine, after the meeting. You take my hand firmly for just a second, pierce me with your gaze, and immediately releasing it, head off in an unknown direction. Led by curiosity, I follow you, and you turn into a restroom door. After a brief hesitation, I step inside, and you instantly grab me, pressing me against the wall. I drop to my knees.
