My Day With Mr M — Blacked - Sinderella -

“Sinderella,” he said, and his voice was a low rumble. “Do you know why I chose you?”

“Tonight,” he said, “you are not the object. I am.” Blacked - Sinderella - My Day With Mr M

“Because you’re the only one who didn’t ask what I could give you.” He turned to face me fully. “You only asked what you could feel.” “Sinderella,” he said, and his voice was a low rumble

The day unfolded in chapters.

The main event. Not what you think. He took me to a room with no windows. In the center, a single chair. On the wall, a two-way mirror. Behind it, he said, were five of his most trusted advisors. Investors. Power brokers. People who had never seen him vulnerable. ” he said