Esmeralda’s Invitation!
The office was quiet as Pyris worked late into the evening, the hum of technology filling the otherwise still air. He was deep in thought, reviewing the next steps for Obsidian Tech, when the soft knock on the door brought him back to reality.
"Come in," he called out, his voice low and focused.
The door opened, revealing Esmeralda, her sharp red eyes gleaming with mischief. She strolled in with a casual confidence that seemed almost foreign in the corporate world, her slim, elegant frame wrapped in a sleek black dress.
Her hair, streaked with shades of black, fell over her shoulders in soft waves.
"Still working?" she asked, her voice smooth and playful. "You know, it's not healthy to spend every waking hour in this tower."
Pyris raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "What can I say? There's always something to take care of."