Anne, after she was done with Richmond's abrupt request.
Anne stood at the threshold of Richmond's office, her hand poised to knock, her mind racing with questions.
As she entered, she found Richmond standing by his desk, his movements deliberate as he unfastened his cufflinks. The soft clink of metal against wood echoed in the stillness of the room. Anne's gaze flickered to the table, expecting to see the usual array of documents and reports scattered across its surface. Instead, it lay bare, devoid of any semblance of the day's tasks.
"Is everything alright?" Anne's voice cut through the silence, her concern palpable as she took in the scene before her.
Richmond's response was terse, his attention focused on the task at hand. "Remove that dress and come here," he commanded, his tone sharp and commanding.