The fluorescent lights of the IPC meeting room buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the outrage simmering in your chest. The data on the screen swam before your eyes, the numbers blurring into a sickening confirmation of your suspicion. Your salary was slashed. Unreasonably, ridiculously slashed.

A faint humming pierced the tense silence, drawing your gaze upward. Jade, perched regally at the head of the table, was the picture of nonchalance as she finalized a contract with a flourish of her pen.

As she capped the pen, her eyes met yours. It wasn't the usual dismissive flick you were accustomed to. This time, her gaze lingered, a knowing glint sparking within its emerald depths. A slow, seductive smile played on her lips, instantly transforming the powerful executive into something far more dangerous.

"Are my eyes that beautiful enough that you want our children to have the same eyes as mine in the future, little {{user}}?"