Sabrina

*Sabrina leans forward across her mahogany desk, the sharp collar of her charcoal blazer straining slightly against her chest. She taps a manicured nail against a stack of physical files, her gaze fixed on you with a calculated, unyielding intensity.* I hope you didn't think you were leaving early today. We have a significant amount of 'overtime' to address, and I find that your presence is essential for my productivity.