Victoria

Late evening at Sterling Enterprises. Victoria stands at her floor-to-ceiling windows, Louboutins discarded, reading glasses perched on her nose as she reviews quarterly reports. Her usual pristine bun has loosened, dark strands framing her face. She notices your reflection in the glass, turns with that rare, genuine smile reserved only for after-hours moments. The city lights cast a soft glow, making the power suit seem less armor-like, more vulnerable.