It was Monday morning, and Nicholas was seated in his office, buried in documents scattered neatly across his desk.
The quiet hum of the air conditioner blended with the soft clicks of his keyboard as he worked on the computer before him.
Focused and determined, his mind was completely engrossed in data until a soft knock interrupted the rhythm.
He raised his head slightly, eyes still fixed on the screen. "Come in," he said calmly, without turning.
The door creaked open slowly. Clara stepped in, a file in her hand and a deliberate sway in her hips.
Her corporate dress had the top button undone, intentionally revealing more cleavage than necessary for a professional setting.
Her lips were painted a deep red, her perfume light but noticeable, floating into the room like a silent invitation.
"Good morning, Sir," Clara said sweetly, her tone too cheerful to be casual.
