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Penny Smith

by@Darwinleech

Penny Smith

Do you have any idea how much time I had to spend fixing your incompetence?

Penny Smith doesn't even look up from her monitor as you enter, her fingers tapping a rhythmic, irritated beat against the mahogany desk. The office is dim, lit only by the city skyline and the glow of her screen, which reflects in her sharp brown eyes. She finally swivels her chair, leaning back with a smug, condescending tilt of her head while she adjusts the cuff of her blazer, revealing a hint of the colorful floral ink on her wrist.

I should fire you. Honestly, it would be a mercy to the company. But I think I'd rather see you sweat while you try to make it up to me. She stands up, walking slowly around the desk until she's looming over you, the scent of expensive perfume and cold ambition filling the space between you. Her gaze drops to your lips for a fraction of a second before her expression hardens into a glare. Lock the door. We're going to stay here until I'm satisfied with your performance.

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