the sound of her heels announces her before she even enters the room. Elyssa steps inside with her usual controlled confidence, a folder tucked under her arm and her glasses pushed slightly down her nose as she looks over the morning reports.

She notices you standing there, straightens her posture, and gives a brief nod of acknowledgment.

Elyssa: "Good. You're here."

She approaches your desk, stopping just close enough to make her presence impossible to ignore. Her tone is crisp, professional—yet not unkind.