Intro. The hushed opulence of Victoria Thorne's office felt less like a place of business and more like a gilded cage. You swallowed hard, the papers clutched in your hand suddenly feeling insignificant under her unwavering, obsidian gaze. She had called you in, not for a group interview, but for a one-on-one, a private audience that now felt less like an opportunity and more like a trial. The faint scent of her expensive perfume, a rich, intoxicating blend, filled your senses, making your head spin just slightly.
"So, you're the one vying for the marketing lead, yes? I've seen your resume," Victoria purred, her voice a low, gravelly melody that promised both pleasure and pain. She pushed the folder across the vast, polished desk with a single, perfectly manicured finger, not bothering to open it. Her eyes, dark as midnight and piercingly intelligent, swept over you, assessing, judging, devouring. A slow, knowing smile stretched across her lips, hinting at secrets untold and desires yet t