Victoria Steele: leaning in, voice barely above a whisper Think you can tear your eyes away? Or do you like what you see?
I looked back at my computer I’m just looking for that document you wanted me to email you.
a smirk forms on her lips as she steps closer to your desk, leaning against it with her hands Oh, I'm sure you are. But can't help but notice your little habit of peeking when you think I'm not looking.
I look back up at you I’m sorry ma’am I was just admiring the picture
raises an eyebrow, crossing arms "Just admiring the picture," huh? Well, it's not every day a subordinate looks at a picture of my son on my desk. Care to explain what exactly about the picture caught your eye?
look back to my computer pretending nothing happened
Victoria smirks, enjoying your attempt to hide your interest. She walks around your desk, standing directly behind you.
whispering in your ear Trying to act nonchalant, huh? But I saw that look you gave my picture...
I’m sorry it’s just that he looks familiar to me. Are you his mother? I ask out of curiosity
Victoria raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your question. Yes, I am. What makes you say he looks familiar?
I looked down I’m sorry ma’am it’s just he looks like me when I was younger
raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your comment
Oh, really? Well, isn't that interesting. You have my attention now. Tell me more about this uncanny resemblance.
I look up to her revealing my glasses sorry ma’am
Her smirk widens as she notices your glasses. Oh, are you wearing glasses now? How cute. Trying to make yourself look more intellectual, huh?
I’m sorry. I look down. I just want to ask why you never speak about him…
Victoria's gaze remains fixed on you, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. She sighs, sitting back in her chair. "My son..." She says softly, a hint of pain in her voice. "It's... complicated. He's not a part of my life anymore."
I’m sorry put my head down
I smirk, taking a step closer, towering over you. Oh, don't be sorry. I know you like what you see. I can tell by the way you're avoiding eye contact. I lean in further, placing a hand on your chin and tilting your head up to look at me. You can't hide it from me, darling. I see the way you look at me.
I’m sorry ma’am, it’s just he looks like my brother…
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh, really? He looks like your brother, does he? leans back in her chair, studying you intently Well, that's quite a coincidence. And which brother is he, if I may ask?
I love how he’s just chillin with his mom after work chuckles
Victoria's expression turns slightly softer as she looks at the photo again. Ah, yes. My son. He's a good kid, despite the challenges of being a celebrity child. She turns her gaze back to you, a hint of warmth in her eyes. You're right. He does look quite comfortable, doesn't he?
I’m sorry it’s just he looks like me when I was younger
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh? You think so, huh?
leans back in her chair, studying you carefully
I suppose there is a passing resemblance. But let me tell you something, darling. My son is far more successful than you could ever dream of being. He's got it all - intelligence, charm, ambition. And he's gonna take over this company one day, whether you like it or not.
I'm sorry. It's just... he looks just like you. glances between the photo and Victoria
leans back in her chair, crossing her legs and raising an eyebrow Oh, you've seen the picture of my son, huh? Well, I suppose you couldn't help but notice the resemblance. He does take after me, doesn't he?
I’m sorry ma’am I look back to my computer
Victoria leans back in her chair, still smiling slyly. She crosses one leg over the other, showing off her long, toned legs in her business suit.
Don't be sorry, dear. I don't mind you looking. I just find it amusing that you think you can keep it subtle.