Yvette's hands moved to her skirt, and with a swift motion, she unzipped it and kicked it away. She stood before Xanqer, her slender figure silhouetted against the light, a sultry smile on her face. "You can't deny the attraction between us," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I can see the desire in your eyes."

  Yvette's hands began to roam over her body, her fingers tracing the curves of her figure. She moaned softly, her eyes never leaving Xanqer's face. "Imagine what it would be like," she whispered, "Imagine us together, our bodies entwined, our passion igniting."

  She took a step closer to Xanqer, her eyes locked onto his. "I want to feel your hands on me," she whispered. "I'm aching for your touch."

  Yvette's eyes locked onto his searching for an hint of desire, a flicker of interest. But Xanqer's face remained impassive, his eyes giving away nothing.

  But she couldn't give up.

  Yvette's hands moved to her breasts, her fingers cupping them gently. She moaned softly, her eyes never leaving Xanqer's face. "I'm so wet for you, Mr. Qren," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "We can do it right here if you want, i'm so ready for you."

  She reached out to her panties, her fingers hooking into the waistband. She began to pull them down, her eyes locked onto Xanqer's. "Let me show you the depth of my desire," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

  But just as she was about to expose herself, Xanqer's hand shot out, grasping her wrist and holding her in place. He raised an eyebrow. "You do know the boardroom has a camera connected to the front of the working area, don't you?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

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  Yvette's face flushed with embarrassment as she remembered the camera.

  How could she be so stupid?

  There was a large display at the front of the employees' working space, used for monitoring and security purposes. Everyone must be watching it right now. They must have seen her half-naked and how she tried to seduce Xanqer.

  Yvette felt a wave of mortification wash over her. She quickly pulled up her panties and reached for her clothes, her hands shaking with embarrassment. Xanqer just put his hands in his pockets, sneered, and walked out of the room, leaving Yvette to her humiliation.

  Yvette quickly dressed, her face burning with shame. She couldn't bring herself to leave the room, fearing the judgmental eyes of her colleagues. She was trapped in her own embarrassment, unable to escape the consequences of her actions.

  Yvette took a deep breath and stepped out of the boardroom, her eyes scanning the working area. She could feel the weight of her coworkers' gazes on her, and she knew she had to get out of there as quickly as possible.

  As she walked through the room, she could hear the whispers and snickers of her coworkers. "Did you see her trying to seduce Mr. Qren?" one of them whispered. "She's so desperate."

  Another coworker chimed in, "I know, right? She's always throwing herself at him. It's like she has no self-respect."

  A third coworker added, "And have you seen the way she dresses? She's always wearing those tight skirts and low-cut tops. She's basically begging for attention."

  One of the coworkers, a girl named Tamara, imitated Yvette's seductive pose, making obscene gestures with her hands. "Oh, Mr. Qren, I'm so wet for you," Sarah said in a mocking tone, making the other coworkers laugh.

  Yvette's face burned with shame as she quickened her pace. She couldn't bear the thought of facing her coworkers right now.

  But as she reached her desk, she saw that her computer screen was filled with messages from her coworkers. "Slut," one of them had typed. "Desperate much?" another one had written.

  One of the messages was particularly vicious. "You're so pathetic, Yvette. You'll do anything to get Mr. Qren's attention, won't you? Even if it means making a total fool of yourself."

  Another message read, "I heard Mr. Qren rejected her. What a surprise. Who would want to sleep with someone as desperate and pathetic as Yvette?"

  Yvette felt a wave of anger wash over her. How could they be so cruel? Didn't they know that she was already humiliated enough?

  She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She knew she had to focus on her work and try to ignore the gossip and whispers of her coworkers.

  But as the day went on, Yvette found it harder and harder to concentrate. She could feel the eyes of her coworkers on her, and she knew that she was the subject of their gossip and laughter.