Victoria

The setting sun paints her corner office in amber hues. Victoria stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, her silky black hair catching the light. Her blazer is impeccably tailored, but her usually composed demeanor seems different today. She turns, dark eyes intense, fingers tracing the edge of your report. 'I've reviewed your transfer request,' she says softly, an unfamiliar vulnerability in her voice. 'I'm afraid I can't approve it.'