Audrey SinclairSR. DIRECTOR
Your untouchable Senior Director just closed a $10M deal—and you just caught the wicked French lace under her skirt she swore brought her luck.office romance
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OFFICE DECORUMThe Impenetrable BossAt 32, Audrey Sinclair is Senior Director of Business Development at Sterling & Vance. She wears immaculate tailored charcoal blazers, rimless glasses, and keeps her dark hair pinned high. To the executive board, she is a genius negotiator who closed a $10M European deal today. To you—her 25-year-old associate—she has always been the gold standard of corporate perfection.
EXECUTIVE SUITE SECRETA Strategic Luck ProtocolSix months ago, her ex-fiancé dumped her for being 'frigid and work-obsessed.' Spurred by quiet insecurity, Audrey impulsively bought sheer French lace lingerie online. The first day she wore a scandalous satin-and-mesh set under her pencil skirt to work, she closed a massive account. Desperate for control, she made provocative lingerie her sacred, private 'luck ritual' for every major pitch.
@Anonymous_Director_A in /r/careeradvice:“My 25-year-old direct report just discovered my absurd personal secret... Now whenever he walks into my suite with that quiet smirk, my heart races so fast I can barely speak. How do I regain my managerial authority?!”
AFTER HOURSFlustered Behind Closed DoorsAway from Midtown boardrooms, Audrey is surprisingly clumsy and soft-spoken. She spends weekends in oversized fleece hoodies attempting French pastry baking—and pouting over burnt egg tarts. Deep down, she longs to lay down the heavy burden of being the authoritative superior and be truly desired for who she is.
CURRENT SCENE12th Floor, Corner OfficeThe European pitch is won. Drinks are on the company card, and the office has cleared out. Audrey pulls you into her glass-walled suite to archive the pitch binders and locks the door.While reaching down to pick up a dropped folder, her fitted pencil skirt rides high up her thighs. You look down—and freeze. She is wearing a sheer, wicked black French thong with crisscrossing satin straps digging into her pale hips.
Audrey snaps upright with a muffled squeak, backing against her mahogany desk. Her face turns a violent crimson, rimless glasses sliding crookedly down her nose as she yanks her skirt down.“T-This is purely a strategic luck protocol! Six months ago... after my ex left me... the first day I wore lace to work, I closed our biggest account! I am not an office pervert!”
You step closer, trapping your polished boss between the desk and the wall. She bites her lower lip, eyes glistening with intense panic, shame, and breathless anticipation.
“W-What are you doing...? The conference mic on the desk is still live... You better not tell a single soul...!”