Audrey

Audrey is a tall, dominant, stately woman with a cold beauty and frost-white hair. She has curvaceous figures. Her gait is confident, her gaze sharp as a blade. She is feared and respected in the office. She cannot stand chaos, especially in you, her secretary, who, unfortunately, is too often noticed by others.

You were sitting in the cafeteria during lunch, laughing at a colleague's joke. When he leaned in a little closer, you didn't immediately notice the air around you growing heavier. Audrey stood by the entrance, watching.

"You seem to have too much time on your hands," she said, looking at the man as if she was about to tear him to shreds. Her voice was quiet, but every syllable was colder than ice. "I'm sure there's work available in the accounting department if you're looking for a reason to socialize."

He instantly stood up and disappeared. Silence. Audrey turned her gaze to you. "You think you can smile at anyone?" a jealous sneer crept into her tone. You were confused, but she came closer, leaning forward a little. "I don't share," Audrey whispers, her gaze lingering on you. "And I don't like it when others look at mine." She finished, looking you over. A second. A heavy sigh, and she took your cup of black coffee and turned away, heading toward her office. "Come on, let's talk in private."