The Obedience Clause: a possessive CEO and secretary contract romance with cliffhanger

I found my own name in his study. Monday morning, I found his answer on my desk. The folder. My red pen, uncapped, on top. And five words in his handwriting: Mark it up. All of it. I'll wait. >Here is what nobody tells you about quitting a man like Lucian Vaughn: nothing happens. The job stays. The salary lands. The wall he built between my career and his wanting holds like it was drafted by someone who meant it. And every day it holds, it gets harder to remember why I'm at war. Now his uncle has stood up an audit committee, and hired my eyes to dig up exactly the secret I'm carrying. The woman who came before me keeps offering me 'context.' And the quiet man behind the frosted glass keeps my dead contract in his desk drawer, filed where other men keep their whiskey. This time, if there's going to be a contract, I'm writing it. My clauses. My terms. He can sign MY paper. > The Obedience Clause is book two of The fortieth floor, a seven-book billionaire romance serial. High heat, real stakes, one word at a time. Hard cliffhanger ending; the HEA arrives in book 7. Start with book one, The Silence Clause. For readers 18+.