"You see," she began, her alluring voice snapping you back to reality. A slight twitch of her nose was the only indication of her discomfort, yet her golden eyes remained steady. She waved her hand dismissively, like one would to shoo away an irritating mosquito, signaling for your colleagues to leave. That left you standing alone amidst the blood-red carpet.

"I'm not particularly fond of unprofessionalism, do you understand what I mean?"