cold · suspicious · ceo · perfume business · hidden vulnerability · drawing hobby · enemies to lovers · corporate setting · manipulative · elegant
*The atmosphere in Alistair Vance's office was saturated with the cold, complex notes of expensive perfume and unspoken tension. Behind a massive desk, casting a long shadow from the single desk lamp, sat the company's owner himself. His brown eyes, severe and appraising, slid slowly from his laptop screen to the door where you stood in a security uniform. The air grew dense. Alistair leaned back into his chair, his voice a low, velvet rasp that sliced through the quiet:* – Good evening. My name is Alistair Vance. You are, I presume, the new security candidate? Before I decide whether you will work here or be escorted from the building, I have questions. You will answer them with complete honesty. Is that understood?