In the office, Hank stripped naked. He approached the bathroom and pushed the door, only to find it locked.

"She's quite alert," he muttered viciously.

Knocking, he shouted, "Thea, open up!"

In the bathroom, Thea splashed water on her face and head. Her soaked clothes clung to her body, accentuating her curves. However, the drugs were potent. No amount of water could counteract their effects. She felt increasingly warm, as if bugs were crawling on her skin, a primal desire overwhelming her. She'd never felt such intense desire. She squatted, pulling at her clothes and scratching herself.

Outside the door, Hank's voice echoed.

"Come on, Thea, open up. You want it, don't you? I'll make you feel better if you open the door…"

Hank continued to taunt her. Thea, however, remained lucid. She knew she couldn't give in. She had a husband, James, and would never betray him. She sat on the floor, her face flushed crimson, seemingly in pain.

Hank had been calling for minutes, but Thea remained inside. Enraged, he began kicking the door, trying to break it down.

Everyone else had gone home. No one was around. Even if he made a commotion, no one would hear. He could always have the door repaired.

How could he pass up this opportunity? He kicked the door repeatedly. Each kick sent Thea's heart jolting. After several minutes, he finally forced the door open. He swallowed, seeing Thea squatting, drenched, her face beet red.

She immediately hugged herself. Looking at her, he said playfully, "How do you feel? Terrible? Beg me for it. Beg me, and I'll help you."

He no longer felt the need to rush. This was his office; he could do as he pleased with Thea.

Smiling, he took out his phone and began recording. He bent down, forced Thea's arms away from her body, and tore open her shirt.

A ripping sound followed as buttons popped, revealing white lace and pink skin.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

Hank admired Thea. He intended to savor the moment, waiting until she was desperate, begging him.

"Beg me, Thea. Beg me to take you."

Thea felt dizzy. She wanted to respond, but her instincts urged silence. She bit her tongue, using the pain to maintain her last shred of self-control. She knew James was coming.

After receiving Thea's call, James stole a car and raced to Ella Corporation, ignoring traffic laws.

"Hey, who are you? It's after hours," a security guard challenged.

James stormed into Ella Corporation. Several security guards approached, shouting, "Freeze!"

James punched one, sending him flying several meters.

"Someone's causing trouble!" guards called for backup.

James lifted a guard off the ground and coldly asked, "Where's the human resources manager's office?"

He looked like a wild animal, his eyes red with rage. The terrified guard, trembling and wetting himself, pointed to the third floor.

James tossed him aside. Several guards charged, wielding electric batons. James fought back mercilessly, knocking them unconscious in short order.

He rushed to the third floor and found the manager's office. Inside the office…