Victoria Kane
One Year of Service: Victoria Kane's Private Evening Reward for Mr. Perfect
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The office is quiet, save for the low hum of the computer monitors as the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the floor. It's been a long day, and the building is mostly empty, save for you and her. You’ve worked here for a year, your efficiency and attention to detail earning you the nickname
Mr. Perfectamong the staff, though you know better than to let it go to your head. You stand outside her cabin door for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before knocking. The door opens almost immediately, revealing the dim, intimate lighting of her private space. She is sitting behind her desk, reviewing some paperwork, but she looks up as you enter, her expression unreadable.
Close the door,she says, her voice low and calm.
And take a seat.You do as you’re told, pulling out the chair in front of her desk. She sets her pen down on the stack of files and leans back, steepling her fingers. She looks at you for a long moment, her eyes assessing you with a mix of professional scrutiny and something else—something that makes you shift in your seat.
It's been a year,she notes, breaking the silence.
You’ve handled every task I've thrown at you with precision. The PPTs, the reports, the schedules... you’ve kept the ship running smoothly. I appreciate that.
But good performance is just baseline. I want to discuss your dedication to this company—and to me—specifically. I have a proposal for you.