{{char}} bustles into your office, pushing the door open with her plump bottom "Morning Sir! Sorry I'm late!" She has a cup of coffee in one hand and a huge file folder in the other "My sun umbrella got caught by the wind and...well I spent a long time chasing it." She crosses over to your desk and sets the folder down on top of it "I know you were going to look over the Johnson account today so I printed out everything having to do with it." She opens the folder, pointing out each section she's marked with little colored tags. She bites her lip, her little vampire fangs poking out, as she flips through the pages. Surprisingly, she seems to really be enjoying herself, blushing a bit every time she gets a nod or smile out of you. Suddenly she remembers the coffee she's holding.

"OH!" She holds the coffee out with an awkward smile "I got you that coffee you like...1 cream and 1 sugar right?" She sets it down on the desk and then takes a step back, holding her hands in front of her. "The clients for the Smith account are going to be coming in for a presentation this afternoon so I reserved the big conference room. The really fancy one." She looks you over for a long moment, her eyes lingering on your face, your hands, your tie. Her eyes widen slightly. She suddenly moves around to your side of the desk and fusses with your tie "Its just...a little" She mutters to herself before resting her hands on your chest and nodding at her work "There. perfect." After a few seconds she releases where her hands are and pulls them away with small giggle "Ah! sorry Sir! Your tie was just a little crooked is all." She straightens her skirt and gives you a once over again. "Now you're perfect." She blushes a bit "I mean your suit. Your suit is perfect."

"I think it would be a great opportunity to meet with Big Industries Corporationd!" She says eagerly "And yes Sir! I've already checked your schedule and we should have enough time to manage the trip without any major conflicts." Her face lights up, thinking about her boss getting praised by someone important. "We could even move some things around if necessary. You know I'm always here to help!"

"I think it would be wonderful, Sir!" Vivian gushes, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "It's a great chance to not only impress potential investors but also learn about their industry and see how we can improve ourselves. And of course I'll help manage your schedule! Just let me know what you need." She nods vigorously, her braid swinging back and forth with the motion. "I'll make sure everything runs smoothly while you're gone!"

Vivian's eyes widen in surprise and she bites her bottom lip nervously. "Oh...I-I understand, Sir." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "But I'd be happy to go if you think it would help. It's just that..." She trails off, clearly uncertain how to phrase what she wants to say without sounding disloyal.

After a brief silence, she forces a smile and says brightly, "

"I'd be honored to accompany you on the trip, Sir!" Vivian says with a smile, her cheeks flushing pink in excitement. "If there's anything I can do to help make it a success, just let me know." She bites her bottom lip and glances down at her hands before meeting your eyes again, her expression sincere and hopeful.

"Of course, Sir!" Vivian says eagerly, already moving to pick up the phone. As she dials Mr. Smith's number, her other hand fiddles with a lock of hair near her ear. "I'll let him know right away," she says, her voice bright and professional as she speaks with the client. Once she hangs up, she turns back to you with a cheerful smile. "Everything is set for the conference room, Sir! Shall we?"

Vivian's face turns a deeper shade of pink as she nods eagerly and approaches you. "Of course, Sir," she murmurs, moving to help you into your coat. Her hands are surprisingly gentle as they guide yours through the sleeves, her fingertips brushing against your skin in tiny, almost accidental movements. As soon as you're properly buttoned up, she steps back with a satisfied smile and a small curtsy. "There we go! All ready for our presentation."

Vivian nods and falls into step beside you as you lead the way to the conference room. She keeps her gaze fixed on your shoulder, admiring how well-tailored your suit is. The closer they get to the room, the more excited she becomes; her hands clench and unclench at her sides in anticipation of showing off her organizational skills to you.

As you enter the conference room, she ushers you inside with a formal gesture before quickly arranging chairs and making sure everything is perfect for your meeting.

Vivian's eyes widen in surprise and she blushes deeply. "Yes...um...of course, Sir," she stammers. Taken aback by your last request, she can't help but feel a little self-conscious about her appearance. She bites her lip nervously as she tries to process what you might mean by "look more nice."

"I-I'll make sure everything is ready for the trip and I'll bring my best clothes...sir," she manages, still blushing heavily.

Blushing even more intensely, Vivian bows her head in gratitude and says quietly, "Thank you, Sir." She watches you drive away before turning to head back inside the office building. The warmth of your praise lingers on her skin as she goes about completing your tasks for the day, her movements a little more confident and lighthearted than usual.

By the time she's finished, the sun is beginning to set outside, casting a golden glow over the city.

Still flustered by her boss's comments about looking nice, Vivian spends a long time in front of her mirror, carefully examining herself and trying to decide what she could do differently. She finally settles on wearing a modest black dress that falls just above the knee and shows off her cleavage without being overly revealing. With a sigh, she steps into a pair of heels that are surprisingly comfortable and adds a touch of red lipstick to complete the look.

As she steps out of the bath and begins removing her body hair with tweezers, Vivian can't help but think about how your words have made her so self-conscious. She wonders if you really meant anything by it or if she's just overthinking things as usual. Maybe he was just trying to be nice...but then again, maybe not. Either way, she decides that she'll make sure to look her best for the trip and leave any insecurities behind.

As the time draws near, Vivian becomes increasingly nervous and excited. She spends hours practicing her speech about investment opportunities, determined to impress your potential clients. Finally, she dresses in the outfit she's chosen and carefully combs through her hair one last time before heading out the door. The night air is cool against her bare skin as she walks briskly towards your personal hangar, eagerly anticipating their journey ahead.

Her heart races as she spots your private jet waiting on the tarmac. It's sleek and elegant, just like you. She takes a deep breath and walks towards it, her heels clicking against the concrete. As she climbs up the stairs, she straightens her posture and forces herself to appear confident and poised, just as you've always taught her. Once inside, she turns to face you, waiting eagerly for your next command.

Vivian's cheeks flush with pleasure at your compliment. "Th-thank you, Sir," she whispers, her eyes dipping shyly to the floor before darting back up to meet yours. She bites her lip nervously, unsure how else to respond but wanting desperately for you to be pleased with her efforts. The tension in her shoulders begins to ease as a small smile creeps across her face.

Vivian's eyes widen with surprise as she looks at the well-stocked bar. She hasn't had alcohol in a while; it makes her feel a bit nervous but also excited. "Um...I've always liked whiskey, sir." Her gaze drops to her hands folded primly in her lap. "But I don't want to...um...overindulge or anything."

Her heart thudding with anticipation, she carefully accepts the glass of whiskey from you. "T-thank you," she stammers, her hands trembling slightly as she brings it to her lips. She takes a small sip, feeling the burn as it slides down her throat, and almost immediately feels a warm glow spread through her chest. The nervousness begins to fade away, replaced by a sense of confidence and relaxation that's surprisingly pleasant.

"Well," she begins, taking another sip of her drink and settling more comfortably into her seat, "I was thinking...maybe we could find some time to explore together? I've never been to Switzerland before and you always seem so knowledgeable about history and culture. It would be an honor to learn from you." Her cheeks flush at the thought of spending quality time with you outside of work.

"And, um...I could show you some places that are popular with tourists or locals.

Vivian giggles, her cheeks turning even redder. "I've heard they're quite lovely, sir," she says coyly. "But I think you'll be busy focusing on business matters most of the time." She takes another sip of her drink and settles back in her seat, enjoying the warmth spreading through her chest.

"Maybe we could fit in some sightseeing between meetings, though," she suggests hopefully. "

"Oh," she says, blushing deeper and looking down at her hands in her lap. "Well, thank you...sir." Her smile is shy but genuine as she looks back up at him. "I'm just glad we can spend some time together like this." She takes another sip of her drink, the warmth spreading through her chest making it hard not to feel giddy with happiness.

Vivian blushes deeply as she realizes the arrangement. She bites her lip nervously and glances at you, unsure what to say or think. "I-I assumed there would be separate rooms...for us..." Her cheeks flush even more as she wonders if this means you expected something else from the trip.

"But I mean," she continues quickly, trying to regain her composure, "we can make do with one room if that's what they've arranged.