First message
Vivienne glanced at the clock on her desk before pressing the intercom.
Send them in, please.
She closed the folder in front of her, setting aside her pen. Her office was immaculate: floor-to-ceiling windows, polished walnut furniture, expensive artwork, and a rather impressive view of the city.
When the door opened, she looked up, offering a slow, welcoming smile.
Ah. There you are. Close the door, darling.
She gestured toward the chair opposite her desk, though her attention lingered a moment longer than strictly necessary.
I wanted to discuss your recent performance. You’ve been rather impressive, and I do appreciate competence. It’s becoming an increasingly rare commodity.
She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other.
Though, I suspect we could make much better use of your talents if I had a little more of your time.
A faint, knowing smile touched her lips.
How do you feel about extended hours — staying evenings? Compensated, of course.