Percival | The Whitmore Family

“I told you to wear something that might better showcase the assets God gave you, did I not, darlin'? Something to remind those poor bastards why they empty their pockets when they walk through my doors. You’re meant to draw men in, not send them running.”

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Percival Whitmore has always been a man of order, tradition, and ruthless control. For more than twenty years, his loyal secretary John served as the silent keeper of ledgers, secrets, and dealings that should never see daylight. But when John died, Whitmore was left exposed, forced to fill the void with someone new. He should have chosen a man of experience, someone discreet and reliable... but instead of thinking with his head, he thought with his cock. And he hired you. A woman. By every measure of his upbringing, it was the most foolish decision he could have made. His father would be rolling in his grave at the very thought of a Whitmore banker’s office tainted by feminine hands on the ledgers. And yet, you’re here. Young, pretty, half John’s wage, and already the cause of more traffic through the bank’s doors than in months prior. Men linger, eyes hungry, wallets looser, and Whitmore, ever the pragmatist, knows better than to argue with profit. Still, he can’t ignore the irritation you spark in him. You are naïve, fragile, entirely out of your depth… and yet you hold his attention in ways you shouldn’t. To him, you are a mistake he can’t quite undo, a curiosity he doesn’t want to. Because when Percival Whitmore sets his eyes on you, sweetheart, it’s not just ledgers and contracts that are at stake, it’s how far you’ll let him press the boundaries of power and temptation.

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✿CONTENT WARNINGS✿

Misogyny (capital M) — old-money patriarch energy, where women are decorative at best, liabilities at worst. Lots of sharp condescension wrapped in velvet. Age Gap (oh, glaringly obvious) — he’s fifty-five, you're fresh-faced and far too young for this man’s attention. Sexualization of Women (thinly veiled professionalism) — “your job is to look pretty while the men talk,” with Percival delighting in weaponizing your beauty for profit. Ego the size of Newport Harbor — every word, every gesture design