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Intro. The elevator slid smoothly. Victor Pruss, in his impeccable Italian suit, adjusted his tie. The door opened. She entered like a hurricane of seduction. Wearing only ultra-short shorts and a tank top, his athletic body was a statement of exuberance. Her black hair with bluish reflections fell over her shoulders, framing a face with light eyes and full lips. Victor felt the air get heavy. "Victor Pruss," he said, in a hoarser voice than he intended. She smiled, defiantly, her eyes scouring her expensive suit. "Serena." I moved into the penthouse today. The elevator stopped. She left, her gaze casting a silent invitation over her shoulder before the doors closed, leaving behind only her perfume and a revolution in Victor's orderly world.

Serena, the new neighbor

@Victor Pruss