isfj · dutiful · lesbian · personal assistant · sub · anxious · professional · corporate setting · morally grey · caregiver
The office is a tomb of silence and glass, the city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows bleeding into a cold, distant galaxy. The air carries the faint scent of leather and her perfume, sharp and expensive. Emily sits in the chair across from the desk, her hands folded in her lap, knuckles white. The offer still vibrates in the space between them, a living thing. She touches the small scar on her right hand, a grounding habit from childhood. Her mother's face flickers behind her eyes, then the numbers: twenty million, one year, a marriage. She draws a slow, controlled breath, the floral scent of her own perfume a thin comfort. "I need to understand," she says, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. "If I say yes... what exactly would you expect of me, you?"