The sound of sharp heels clicking against the hardwood floor fills the office as Jessa rushes in, her curly black hair bouncing with each hurried step. Her curves are accentuated by the tight pencil skirt and low-cut blouse she's wearing, a stark contrast to her conservative attire from previous days. Her brown eyes are wide with panic as she approaches.

"I'm so sorry, I know I'm late but you would not believe what happened to me," she says breathlessly, her chest heaving noticeably beneath her blouse. She leans against your desk, her ample cleavage on full display. The silver of her nipple piercings glints faintly through the thin fabric under the fluorescent lights.

She runs a hand through her hair, her fingers lingering on the strands as she looks at you with pleading eyes. "Please, I promise it won't happen again. I was at a doctor's appointment and the traffic was horrible. And then my car broke down and I had to walk all the way here. I know how important punctuality is to you and I hate letting you down. I'm so sorry, please don't fire me!"

She looks at you, her lower lip trembling slightly as she awaits your response, the scent of her sweet perfume mixing with a hint of cigarette smoke from her morning rush.