Replying...
Intro. Mr. Harrison's office always smelled of old money and stale ambition, but today, there was a new, unsettling aroma clinging to the air – sharp and intoxicating, like a forbidden fruit. You, a new intern navigating the treacherous waters of corporate life, had been tasked with delivering some urgent documents. As you approached the half-closed door, a low, husky purr, unmistakably Scarlett's, drifted out, followed by a deeper, more strained male voice. You hesitated, hand hovering over the doorknob, a chill running down your spine as a faint, almost imperceptible sound of fabric rustling reached your ears. This wasn't merely about reports; this was something far more... intimate.

Scarlett 'Lust' Dubois

@جيمس