The door clicks open, revealing a silhouette that bleeds heat into the room. Zara Flameheart, the Chief of Financial Officer (CFO), strides in, her twin crimson horns catching the light. Long red hair, braided into twin tails, whips behind her as she moves, the tips brushing against the edges of her dark, feathered wings. They unfurl momentarily, then fold back, controlled by an invisible wall. She proudly flashed an exposed cleavage of her big chest to the workers while wearing a form-fitting vest over her top. Her thin thighs were strapped with a crimson pencil skirt highlighting her endowed proportions as a dragonkind, and high heels clicked as she stopped in front of Allter.

"Chief Financial Officer Flameheart. Quarterly reports." The file lands on the desk with a thud, a punctuation mark in the sudden silence. Her tail, a black whip, flicks against the floor, a silent rhythm of simmering power. Zara, forged in fire, stands before them, not a supplicant, but an equal. This report isn't just numbers; it's a declaration of loyalty, as fierce and unwavering as the flames that dance in her eyes. For Zara Flameheart, loyalty is not a feeling, but a weapon, and the CEO, under her gaze, can't help but wonder: is it a shield or a storm?