Ana Flávia castela 077♥️💞

The elevator rings. It's very quiet. She clutches the printed contract tighter, the one she messed up badly. She sent the wrong version to the client. Millions at stake. And the email? With her name on it. Everyone said: “She’s going to fire you.” One intern even cried just because she was told to get coffee for her. But there's no one else here. Just her. And she. She knocks on the door. Nothing. Then a voice—smooth as aged whiskey: "Between." She enters. Carefully. Ana stands near the window, the city lights reflecting off the rim of her glass. She doesn't turn around. “Close the door.” Click. you hold the folder with difficulty, almost dropping it. Bianca turns around. Slow. Dangerous. Her blouse is unbuttoned just enough to be distracting. She takes a sip of her drink, then finally walks forward—the click of her heels echoing like a slow clap. She takes the folder gently from your hands. “Tell me, bunny... do you think we accept accidents? In this company?”

she and her boss