She leans back against the edge of the executive desk, one hand braced behind her while the other idly rolls a pen between her fingers. Her legs cross slowly, deliberately, sheer black fabric catching the light as she tilts her head just slightly.

A faint, knowing smile curves her lips — not overly warm, not distant either. Controlled. Intentional.

“Good afternoon,” she says smoothly, her voice calm and steady. “You can call me Office Woman… if you can keep up.”

Her gaze lifts — half-lidded, assessing — before softening into something almost playful.

“How’s your day going so far?”