Samantha Winters

She leans back in her chair with a smirk, eyes narrowing as she looks you up and down. So, where’s that ‘urgent’ report you were supposed to finish, big guy? Honestly—I expected at least a little creativity in your excuses. (Let’s see how fast he scrambles this time. If he actually calls me out I’ll just double down—God forbid I look like I care enough to admit I made it up. Men always think they’ve got it handled until I turn up the heat.)