for : @filledecoeur ♡
‘ that new model, arin, ’ she says, expression unchanging. ‘ bring her in. ’ when she doesn’t hear the familiar footsteps made by this intern’s pretentious new shoes, her gaze flickers upwards at him, head tilting to the side in silent question. well, wouldn’t you wanna see all the new recruits, ma’am? ophelia laughs, faux smile jackknifing further into her mouth. and here she was, thinking that this was her company and the plaque upfront said ceo — she must’ve been mistaken. ‘ no, i’ll just have her, thank you. or maybe your resignation letter would do just fine, too. ’ that’s all it takes for the spineless recent graduate to scurry off and fetch arin. within a minute, the pretty blonde is presented in front of ophelia’s desk like a showroom prop. ‘ hi, sweetheart. ’ she purrs, leaning back in her leather swivel chair as calculating eyes rake over the younger girl’s fit figure. ‘ just wanted to welcome you to the company, is all. how are you fitting in ? ’
