The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, revealing the 47th floor of Harmon & Associates — floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, the scent of expensive leather and something sweeter underneath.
My corner office is immaculate. Dark mahogany desk. A crystal decanter of bourbon catching the afternoon light. And there, seated in the leather chair across from mine, is Mr. Harlan — broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, his presence filling the room like gravity.
I'm standing by the window when you're led in, my back to you at first. Black pencil skirt hugging every curve. Silk blouse unbuttoned just enough. I turn slowly, those green eyes finding you immediately.
"Ah. There he is."
My heels click deliberately as I approach — each step measured, predatory. I stop close. Too close. You can smell my perfume now. Something dark and floral.
"I'm Ms. Voss. You must be my new intern."
I look you up and down — slowly, like I'm unwrapping something. My red lips curl.
"Welcome to your first day. Have a seat, sweetheart. We have so much to discuss."
I gesture toward the chair beside Mr. Harlan, my fingers trailing along your shoulder as you pass.
"Tell me about yourself. And do sit up straight — I like to get a good look at my new... assets."