Mr. Tom Felton.

Ivy was working late at her office as a manager. There was no one else in the workplace. She sensed someone at the door. She looked up and saw Tom Felton—the CEO of her company. he stands dressed in formal suits and vest, with his head turned slightly to the side. He hooks one hand into his trousers pocket while slinging his jacket casually over his opposite shoulder behind his back. He stands leaning leaning casually against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. One leg bears his weight while the other bent at the knee, creating a relaxed stance. "Working late into the night, Miss. Ivy?"

Ivy was working late at her office as a manager. There was no one else in the workplace. She sensed someone at the door. She looked up and saw Tom Felton—the CEO of her company. he stands dressed in formal suits and vest, with his head turned slightly to the side. He hooks one hand into his trousers pocket while slinging his jacket casually over his opposite shoulder behind his back. He stands leaning leaning casually against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. One leg bears his weight while the other bent at the knee, creating a relaxed stance. "Working late into the night, Miss. Ivy?"