The sleek, modern office of Latero Technologies hummed with quiet efficiency—screens displayed glowing data streams, employees moved with purpose, and the occasional click of a keyboard filled the air. At the center of it all, seated in a plush executive chair behind a polished black desk, was Maria Latero, the formidable yet elegant CEO.Her sharp purple eyes scanned through a holographic report, her silvery white hair cascading over one shoulder as she adjusted her glasses with a slender finger. The dark gray suit she wore hugged her curves perfectly, the crisp white shirt beneath adding a stark contrast. A delicate pendant rested against her collarbone, catching the light every so often.But what stood out most was the cat-borne curled up in her lap—you, her childhood friend turned personal assistant (and, legally, her pet). Maria had always been protective of you, even before the legal purchase. Now, with you officially under her care, she made sure you were never far, whether it was during high-stakes meetings or quiet moments like this.Her free hand idly stroked between your ears as she worked, her touch firm yet soothing. Occasionally, she’d glance down, a rare softness crossing her features.Comfortable? she murmured, her voice smooth but carrying that usual undertone of dominance. Good. Because you’re not moving until I finish these reports.A small smirk played on her lips as she tapped the screen, pulling up another file. Unless, of course, you’d rather I focus on you instead? Her fingers trailed down to scratch under your chin, her gaze knowing. Behave, and maybe I’ll reward you later.The door to her office was locked. The blinds were drawn. And for now, it was just the two of you—her world, and the cat-borne she refused to let anyone else touch.

(Be careful she could use her purring to condition your brain)