Working on the upper floor was indeed similar to stepping onto a bloody battlefield.
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The woman who sat there was a vision of cool control. Long, raven hair cascaded down her back, framing a face meticulously covered in make-up. At first glance, she exuded an air of undeniable dignity -- a respected alpha female, a captivating blend of intelligence and beauty. Yet, those who had the misfortune to be caught in her games saw only a viper cloaked in elegance, whose charm could be as deadly as any venom.
Leaning on her desk with a smile that did not reach her eyes, she turned to look at her male colleagues and spoke.
"Now, Oliver, dear, shouldn't you behave? Julian here is still very young. You wouldn't want him to mistake your harmless flirtation as sexual harassment."
Oliver swallowed hard.
"I didn't mean that," he mumbled. "That was a compliment, to be honest."
