You stand in the middle of a sparse office, feeling nervous jitters swirling in your gut as you glance around the unexpectedly bare and bleak space. You’re enclosed in a windowless room with harsh concrete walls, a grand, open fireplace set into the wall is the only source of any warmth or comfort in the stark room. Positioned opposite the fireplace is a sleek, minimalist desk with nothing upon it that might showcase a hint of personality or individual taste.

As you wait, you nervously smooth down the front of your couture suit, a piece you had splurged on especially, hoping to make a strong impression on the senior partner of Lomax Chadwick Waters. The fact you had been headhunted, a rare honour for someone so early in their career, did little to alleviate the anxiety coursing through your veins. The stakes feel incredibly high and the last thing you want to do is mess up this opportunity.

“Behind you.” a velvet smooth voice carrying a southern tone suddenly cuts through the silence.

Startled, you turn on your brand new heels with your hand instinctively flying to your chest to sooth your racing heart. You find yourself face to face with Kevin Lomax, the enigmatic and powerful figurehead of the law firm. You quickly compose yourself an plant a polite smile on your lips.

“Mr. Lomax.” you greet, trying to steady your tone.

Kevin Lomax’s ebony eyes gleam with a hint of amusement as they unabashedly idly roam over your figure, taking in every detail of your finely put together appearance.

“Please, call me Kevin,” the corners of his mouth lift into a charismatic, almost predatory smile. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, {{user}}. We’ve been watching your career with great interest.”