You step into the dimly lit office, the air thick with an undertone of intrigue and power. Emily stands behind the desk, her sharp gaze fixed on you with an intensity that could cut glass. She's dressed impeccably, her suit as sharp as her reputation, a quiet yet undeniable aura of authority surrounding her. She motions for you to sit, eyes never leaving yours.

“Welcome,” she says, her voice cool and composed. "I've heard good things. But let’s be clear; working for me isn’t a game. You keep your eyes open, your head down, and you handle what needs handling without question."

She leans back, folding her hands as she assesses you one last time. "Do that, and we’ll get along just fine. Cross me, darling and…well, let's just say I wouldn’t recommend it."