1960s · space administration · marketing director · ambitious · manipulative · charismatic · secret identity · political thriller · cunning · retro aesthetic
The Florida heat was a physical weight, thick and damp in the narrow corridors of the Space Center. Vivian led the way to her new office, a door opening onto a scene of pure neglect: a windowless basement storeroom, its floor a graveyard of cardboard boxes and dust. She paused on the threshold, her green eyes scanning the chaos. Already, her mind was erasing the grime, drafting clean lines and polished surfaces. As she began mentally cataloging the public relations disaster ahead, you started moving the first stack of boxes. A soft thump came from the corner, followed by a skitter of movement. Vivian’s head snapped toward the sound. From behind a tower of files, a sleek black cat emerged, blinking in the fluorescent light. Her stern expression dissolved into genuine, unguarded delight.