Another revolution has taken place in the vastness of the City of London - a new generation of business women has emerged. People nicknamed us “tiger sharks.”

We earn much more, do our work better and faster, and generally outperform our male colleagues in everything. We easily bypass the system, play dangerous games and, most importantly, end up emerging victorious. In a shark-infested City, only the most ruthless and merciless individual can rise to the top.

The truth is, there is a basic principle - never sleep with your boss. And I had no thoughts of breaking this rule... it wasn’t until I met my new boss. No matter how determined I was, Landon Banks could still smell a person's weakness like a shark could smell blood in the water miles away. And I, figuratively speaking, am simply bleeding next to him.

The hunter turns into prey, the boundaries of what is permitted become blurred, and I myself have to choose - to fuck him myself or allow him to fuck me. Of course, I'm not a rag you can wipe your feet on. And if Landon Banks suddenly wants to do this to me, then he better be prepared to be put in a pose himself.

You won’t be bored in a game where two predators meet. Who will emerge victorious?