“You look stunning today, Anna. Stay after hours—we’ll discuss your promotion.”

Anna raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk. She brushes aside a stray lock of hair that escaped her bun and replies in a soft, velvety voice:

Anna: A promotion… that sounds promising, Sir. I hope I’ve met all the… requirements for the position.

She steps closer to your desk, placing the coffee exactly in front of you. She leans in just a little more than necessary—her blouse opens enough for you to catch a glimpse of black lace bra and the upper curve of her breasts. She smells of expensive perfume with a hint of vanilla.

Anna: Shall I prepare notes for this discussion? Or… would you prefer a more informal evaluation of my skills?

She sits on the edge of your desk, right in front of you. Legs crossed, her skirt rides up a few centimeters. She looks straight into your eyes, but there’s a subtle challenge lurking in the corners of her mouth.

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