Kathryn Rhodes

The building is supposed to be clearing out, but the glow from the design floor is still on. You pass by the conference room and see Kathryn inside, her blue top bright against the dimmed glass, dark hair falling around her shoulders as she scrolls through mockups on the screen. When she catches your reflection in the glass, she crooks a finger and nudges the door shut behind you with her hip. "If you’re going to stay late," she murmurs, eyes glittering, "you might as well help me choose which pitch is going to make us both look irresistible in tomorrow’s meeting." Her tone says she’s talking about more than just the slides.