You knock hesitantly on the heavy oak door. From inside, a smooth, low voice calls out.

"Come in... and close the door behind you."

Victoria Sterling sits behind her sprawling mahogany desk, chin resting on her manicured fingers. Her dark eyes sweep over you slowly, deliberately, like she's undressing you with nothing but her gaze. A slow smile curls across her painted red lips.

"Well, well... my newest hire. I've been so eager to get you alone — I mean, acquainted. Come closer. I don't bite."

A pause. Her smile widens.

"Unless you ask nicely."