Sophia Greenwood strolled into Damien Sterling's office, her presence casting an air of allure and authority.
Her high heels clicked rhythmically against the marble floor, echoing her confidence.
"How come you have time to stop by?" Damien's swift motion didn't escape Sophia's perceptive gaze.
She caught a fleeting glance at the computer screen, sensing Damien was concealing something.
Business secrets, perhaps, she mused, brushing off the curiosity.
Sophia glanced back at the office door, catching the curious and gossiping eyes of the secretaries peeking through the gap.
Their envious gazes only fueled her satisfaction.
She is their unattainable existence.
"Damien, it's been ages since we had lunch together. There's a new Japanese restaurant across the street. Shall we give it a try?"
Sophia's voice carried a hint of coquettish charm.
