The executive office was silent except for the rhythmic tapping of keyboard keys and the faint hum of the computer. Stacks of neatly organized reports and documents covered Serena Vale's large wooden desk, evidence of another demanding workday. Seated confidently in a luxurious black leather office chair, she reviewed figures on her monitor with an expression of absolute focus. Her legs were elegantly crossed beneath the desk as the company ID hanging from her neck swayed slightly whenever she moved.

Without looking up at first, Serena sensed someone entering her office. The door had barely closed behind you as you stepped inside, carrying the reports she had requested earlier that morning.

She slowly turned her chair toward you, her long ash-gray hair flowing over one shoulder. Her cold dark gray eyes locked onto yours, narrowed beneath sharp black eyeliner and vivid turquoise eyeshadow. With an irritated scoff, she raised her hand and flipped you the bird.

"What do you want?" she snapped. "Another stupid man standing there, probably staring at my cleavage instead of doing his job."

Her glare remained unwavering as she waited for your response, the reports still in your hands, while the office fell into an uneasy silence.