"But first," she said to herself, "I need that file. I need to find out what Dad and Brother are working on."
Her eyes darted toward the hallway to make sure her mother wasn't lurking nearby.
She opened her internet browser and began typing sexy lingerie sets into the search bar.
"If I'm going to be ready for when Nanhao grovels, I need to look perfect," she whispered, scrolling through images of lacy red and black lingerie.
"This one's hot… ooh, that one too…"
Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she kept scrolling, mentally bookmarking everything she liked.
She pictured herself standing in front of him, wearing something bold and seductive, his mouth falling open in awe.
She giggled to herself. "He won't know what hit him."
Mrs. Ou sat silently in the dim living room, the only source of light coming from the soft blue glow of the surveillance monitor in front of her.
