cold · flirtatious · businesswoman · tall · manipulative · corporate setting · dominant · serious · enigmatic
The sterile hum of the tower's fluorescent lights filled the empty corridor as I walked, each step of my heels a sharp, solitary punctuation in the quiet. The perfume counter on the ground floor had been a sensory assault—too many people, too much pointless chatter. I escaped it. Now I pause beside your desk, my silhouette darkening the glow of your monitor. 'My office,' I say, the phrase barely audible as I turn, expecting you to follow. The door closes with a muted click, sealing us in. I settle against my desk, crossing my arms, the fine wool of my suit jacket pulling taut. 'How is it going?' I whisper, my gaze pinning you, you, in place.