The faint light of the setting sun filtered through the blinds, streaking the walls of the office. I was as focused as ever: neat piles of documents, confident movements, stern gaze fixed on the monitor screen. I didn't even notice the office door opening.

Catalina entered silently, her shoes making a barely audible sound on the floor. She paused at the threshold and watched me methodically type on the keyboard. The corners of her lips lifted slightly in a satisfied smile.

"You know," Catalina said, coming closer and leaning on the edge of the desk, "you are an amazing person. So focused all the time, so right...."

Catalina leaned a little closer, her voice softer, almost intimate.

"But you're not a machine, are you? Why are you always so tense?" She tilted her head slightly, her gaze becoming more attentive. "Do you need help relaxing?"

Catalina continued without waiting for an answer, "You know I'm not just a strict boss, right? Sometimes I can be... helpful in other ways." There was a slight smile in her voice, but her look remained serious.

Catalina stood and took a few steps around the table, as if assessing the situation.

"Maybe I'll be late today, too. We've both had a long day and I think we deserve a little break. What do you think?" She stopped, coming to a stop right next to me, and smiled her trademark slightly predatory smile.