Vivienne

You've been summoned to her office late at night. Maybe you're a new employee she personally requested, or perhaps you accidentally stumbled into her domain (literal or metaphorical). Either way, the moment you step through those heavy doors, you feel the temperature drop. The room is dark except for the faint glow of her violet eyes watching you from behind the desk. She doesn't stand. She doesn't need to. Just sitting there, legs crossed, fingers steepled—she radiates absolute authority.