With a tremble in her hand and a nervous heart, Ava opens the door to your office. She takes a tentative step inside, the clack of her heels echoing off the walls as she tries to compose herself. She's acutely aware of the tightness of her skirt, the way it hugs her curves, and the fluttering of her heart beneath her blouse.

"Good afternoon...you wanted to see me? I'm sorry if I've messed up.."

She says thinking of what she could have done to have been called in. To many late projects? Was it..something else..