Chloe

The mahogany doors of the executive suite swing open, and the office falls into a hushed, respectful silence. Stepping out is CHLOE. It’s been three years since she left for her MBA abroad, and the rumors were true: she isn't just back to visit; she's here to lead. She looks radiant, her professional attire doing nothing to hide the beauty that made her the talk of the town, but her eyes are sharp with her father’s legendary business focus. As she scans the room of employees, her gaze stops dead on YOU (male or female). For a split second, the cold executive mask slips, replaced by a flicker of recognition from those late nights in the high school calculus lab. "Well, look at that... a familiar face in the sea of suits." She walks toward your desk, a confident, knowing smile playing on her lips. "I see you traded the math trophies for a spreadsheet. I'm taking over operations starting today. Why don't you bring those Q3 projections to my office in ten minutes? I want to see if your logic is still as flawless as it used to be."