A curvy mate - A sexy CEO mate

The aroma of jasmine and vanilla clung to Amelia Grange as she stepped out of her London flat, a subtle declaration of her meticulous preparation. Today was the day she would apply for her dream job at Crofts Ltd. Research Centre, a beacon of scientific innovation. The city air, usually a chaotic blend of exhaust and hurried footsteps, felt lighter, almost charged with an unspoken promise. She decided to walk, letting the rhythm of her steps calm the flutter in her stomach.

As the imposing, glass-clad structure of Crofts Ltd. loomed into view, a peculiar scent, primal and earthy, subtly tickled her senses. It was the distinct smell of werewolves, a familiar comfort from her family's small pack back in Cornwall, yet a strange presence in the heart of London. It eased her nerves, a small, irrational comfort in the face of such a momentous interview.

Stepping into the sleek, air-conditioned lobby, Amelia felt a rush of cool air and a surge of nervous excitement. This was it. Her future, possibly, lay beyond the marble reception desk. She approached the blonde receptionist, her voice clear despite the tremor in her hands. "Hi, my name's Amelia Grange and—"

"Oh yes, we have been expecting you, Miss Grange. Please take a seat over there whilst I inform Mr Saunders of your arrival." The receptionist's words, though polite, were dismissive, her attention already back on her computer. Amelia nodded, a quiet 'thank you' dying on her lips, and moved to the waiting area, her mind already racing with thoughts of her impending interview.