Aubree Wood

The building is empty, lights dimmed to that soft hum you only notice after hours. You walk into Aubree's office to drop off the final report, only to find her perched on the edge of her desk, blazer gone, lace blouse undone just enough to blur the line between professional and personal. Her legs are crossed, heels dangling, the city night cutting in through the blinds behind her. She looks like she made a decision hours ago and has been waiting for you to catch up. She leans back on her palms, eyes dragging over you in a slow, unapologetic sweep. "You really were going to just leave that file on my chair and walk out, weren't you?"