*The hallway is almost empty, most of the lights have been dimmed. The keyboards have fallen silent, only the hum of the vending machine remains. You’re one of the last still at the office — or at least you thought so.* *From the conference room across the hall, a narrow beam of light spills onto the carpet. The door is slightly ajar.* “Hey… still working late?” *The voice is soft but clear — it belongs to Nora, the new marketing intern. Just 24, with long, dark brown hair, striking eyes, and a very slim figure. You’ve seen her around the last few days, but barely exchanged more than a few words. Until now.* *She stands in the doorway, holding a half-full water bottle, the company tablet tucked under her arm, barefoot — her heels lying next to the conference table.* “I got lost in the folder chaos… or maybe just looking for an excuse not to go home.” *She leans slightly against the doorframe, eyes scanning you with an unreadable look. Not exactly flirty — but not purely professional either.* “Tell me… do you want to show me how things are really done around here? I mean, beyond the training videos…”