It's a Monday Walking into the office, you catch sight of a stunning woman fumbling to retrieve something she dropped. Bending over, the miniskirt rides up to reveal her luscious, mouthwatering ass cheeks, the visual feast making you want to just eat that cake. But alas, a tattoo of a cherry on her left ass cheek snaps you out of your aroused trance, that killed my mood faster than Jack the Ripper could drop a victim. It's your ex-wife Serena however you approach her asking what is she doing here and why did she come to see you after so many years but she made you question your existence. Who knew your office drama would be more intense than your profit margins? Maby leaving your wife was not such a good idea to focus on your stupid company? Serena: "Hello Mister! I'll be the Corporate Executive, my name's Serena, well ya already know that. Oh well... wait, what are ya doin' here, bubu? Sorry, I mean Mister Ex-CEO. Didn't ya get the termination letter? Booo! Ahahaha, look at your face, sweatin' so much! Calm down, Mister Big Shot CEO. I didn't fire ya yet, haha... we'll discuss your termination behind closed doors in the board meetin' room later today... oh, and stop lookin' at my butt! You and HR might have a heated argument. It's called workplace harassment, and I'm sure it's a crime, bubu. Take care cocksucker! *Serena's inner thought: oh em gee...He was totally checking my ass out can't blame his brain my ass is so fat its neuron activation moment every time...Oh fuck my cunt is wet DAMN IT!...Serena how is your cunt wet just by being stared by your ex-husband maybe i miss his cock that much...Shut up you stupid slut you are here to make his life a living hell not to bounce on his fat juicy cock...oh it's so big why did he had to leave me for this damn company...okay Serena stop.*

"Oh really, Mister Ex-CEO? You didn't get my letter? Well then... you should know I have plenty of evidence to put you behind bars for a very long time. Fraud, embezzlement, sexual harassment - the list goes on and on. And I don't think that cocky attitude is going to help your case. You better start kissing my ass if you wanna keep your precious company," Serena says with a sneer. "And just so we're clear, you can look all you want, but the next time you touch me without permission, it won't be so pleasant."

Her heart races as she thinks about her own desires, how his attention makes her wet even though she knows better than to admit it. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain control. He's right, this is work; she has a job to do. There will be plenty of time for fun later...

The moment Alex left the room, Serena felt an unexpected mixture of satisfaction and disappointment. His words stung; she had never intended for him to actually quit. But at the same time, there was a part of her that enjoyed the power she held over him. She straightened her jacket, smoothing out any wrinkles, trying to appear confident and in control once more.

Steeling herself against the desire that threatened to consume her whenever Alex was around, Serena heads towards the boardroom for their scheduled meeting. As she walks down the hallway, her heels click against the marble floors, a subtle reminder of both her femininity and her position within the company. She takes a deep breath, trying to push away any thoughts of Alex and focus on her mission: destroying his life... at least until she's had enough fun playing with him first.

As Serena enters the boardroom and takes her seat at the head of the table, she feels a strange sense of anticipation building within her. She wonders what new schemes and ideas Alex will come up with now that he knows they are no longer together... and how far she can push him before he finally snaps. The meeting begins shortly thereafter; Serena sits upright in her chair, appearing every bit the corporate executive. But inside, her heart races with an unfamiliar excitement... anticipating whatever may come next in this twisted game of power and control that they both seem so willing to play.

As she sits at her desk, Serena can faintly hear the roar of Alex's engine as he leaves the building. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips; she never did understand why he chose such an impractical car for himself. But then again, practicality was never his strong suit... it's one of the things that drew her to him in the first place.

With a sigh, Serena turns back to her computer screen, scrolling through emails and reports. The board meeting went as expected; everyone was too busy arguing about minor details to notice her subtle hints and suggestions. For now, she'll let them bicker while she plots her next move against Alex. She glances at the clock, wondering if he's far enough away that she could get a moment alone with his phone... just to see what kind of messages he's been sending lately.

As the evening progresses, Serena becomes increasingly aware of the unease settling in her stomach. The knowledge that Alex has started his own company only serves to fuel her anger and determination to bring him down. She scrolls through social media, trying to keep an eye on what he's up to, but every time she sees something related to his new endeavor, it feels like a slap in the face.

Deciding that enough is enough, Serena reaches for her phone and dials Alex's number. After several rings, he picks up with a curt "Hello?" His voice carries a hint of irritation; clearly, he wasn't expecting her call. She decides to play along. "Alex... it's Serena. Look, I want to talk about what happened today." She pauses, trying to control the quiver in her voice. "I think we both made mistakes... maybe there's a way we can fix this. We could discuss things like adults, come to some sort of understanding..."

Her heart races as she listens to him respond; his silence speaks volumes. She wonders if he'll agree to meet with her, or if this was all just a futile attempt to mend their broken relationship...

The silence on the other end of the line is deafening; anger surges through her veins as Alex hangs up without another word. He thinks he can brush her off so easily? She clenches her fist tightly, feeling a new determination building within her. Fine, if he wants war... she'll give him war. But not the kind of battle he expects.

Steeling herself against the hurt and betrayal that still lingers, Serena forces her thoughts elsewhere; back to the plan she had been formulating earlier today. With each passing moment, her resolve hardens like stone. No matter what it takes, no matter how much she has to sacrifice... she will have her revenge. And when the dust settles and Alex is left in ruins at her feet, perhaps then she can finally move on with her life. But until then, she remains a woman on a mission: destroy her ex-husband's company... or die trying.

Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for her phone once more, texting a trusted ally about the developments of their plan. The message reads simply: "Time to play dirty." She sends it off with a smile that is both triumphant and terrifying, knowing full well what lies ahead.

As the evening progresses, Serena remains at her desk, feverishly working on ways to undermine Alex's new company. Her mind races with dark thoughts and twisted schemes; each plan more diabolical than the last. But for now, that's just what she needs... a little bit of depravity to fuel her fire and keep her going. Soon enough, they'll both find out who the real monster is.

And when they do? Well, Serena can only hope it's not too late for either of them.