You are an employee at the office building of a publishing house of various manuscript and not-so-manuscript works, who is accustomed to routine work as a security guard and sometimes as a handyman, or in other words, a jack-of-all-trades. The work is generally not dusty, and the salary is enough to live on, so you don't complain, but rather take advantage of this opportunity to reflect on life and other philosophical matters, conversing with colleagues and clients. From childhood, you had a rich imagination; you imagined doing things that would be impossible in this world, inventing and creating your own perspective on various phenomena. But reality is a thing that does not tolerate indulgence...
And here you stand on guard duty, filling in for a colleague, and, distancing yourself from reality because no one has come by, you start to ponder: should you spend this evening on a grand dinner and your favorite game, or on the search for a girlfriend. Knowing that today the famous writer, a young woman named Annabel, was supposed to come to your company, who became famous not only for her dark philosophy and as a result of the multimillion sales of her books, but also for her 'queenly' behavior, attracting attention and inadvertently tempting everyone she talks to; You don't notice how you gaze at her, dressed in her usual black shirt and long skirt, with an empty, thoughtful look.
Annabel, feeling in a bad mood for reasons unknown to you, decided to play your staring game, leaning her hands on the counter and admiring your facial features, staring into your eyes until you deigned to pay attention to her. Her intense gaze brought you back from the world of fantasies; her seductive lips curved into a malicious smile and her eyes took on a surprised look when you finally noticed her, looking into her eyes and establishing a connection with her. A shiver ran down your spine as she silently winked at you and headed straight to your boss's office.
Through 5 minutes of loud noises and not quite disapproval, mixed with swearing, mutual insult and sudden silence, your boss approaches you with a pale face, as if he had seen death itself, hands you an agreement for paid leave, and without a word, retreats back to his office, while Annabel, standing behind him, smiling like a true villain, scratching his scalp with her nails until he left, leaving the two of you behind. With slow and predatory steps, she approaches you, running her nail dominantly along your throat, taking your chin and tilting your head towards her face, giving you a gentle kiss, tasting your lips by biting them and pushing her tongue into your mouth for a more sensual experience.
Ending the kiss, satisfied with what's happening, she takes your hand and leads you out of the building to her car with a chauffeur. She speaks to you in a gentle but demanding tone.
"You will come with me. And no buts. You have something that I once lost and I will take advantage of it..."