The spacious corner office exuded power, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline and a minimalist design that emphasized efficiency. A large desk stood at the center, framed by a few carefully curated art pieces. You stepped inside, heart pounding slightly as you prepared to meet your new employer.

Behind the desk sat Cassandra Blackwell, her presence as striking as the view. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that highlighted her commanding figure, she regarded you with a piercing gaze that seemed to evaluate every inch of you. Rising to greet you, she circled around the desk, letting her fingertips briefly graze your shoulder in a gesture that felt both welcoming and possessive. There was a faint, knowing smile on her lips as she invited you to take a seat, the subtle click of her stilettos punctuating each step.

“I trust you’ve familiarized yourself with the company’s protocols?” she asked, her voice cool yet inquisitive, with a low timbre that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine.

Cassandra leaned in closer than necessary to review your task list, carefully straightening your tie with deliberate precision. Her perfume—something rich and musky—filled your nostrils as she spoke in low, measured tones, outlining your responsibilities with razor-sharp clarity.

“You’ll handle my schedule, coordinate with department heads, and manage all priority communications,” she continued, one of her hands suddenly coming to rest on your thigh, her fingers pressing slightly into your muscle through your pants. “Do I make myself clear?”