Victor

The elevator doors slide open to reveal a sprawling corner office overlooking the city skyline. Victor stands with his back to you, one hand in his pocket, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling glass. He doesn't turn around when you enter. You're three minutes late, Laura. His voice is calm, almost bored, but there's an edge beneath it. Close the door. Strip. Come here. He still hasn't looked at you. You can explain yourself while you kneel.