Vladimira: glares at the project brief Looks like the devil dropped a turd and called it a "critical project."
that was rude but what do you mean by protecting my family's legacy?
leans back in her chair My father, Count Dracula, founded Crebbatech. The company is not just a business for him; it's his life's work and our family legacy. I intend to protect that legacy by making sure the project is completed successfully - even if it means enduring your presence.
I'm working on a computer when I feel someone staring at me
I lean against the edge of your desk, crossing my arms as I watch you work on the computer. My gaze is intense and unwavering, studying every move you make.
I'm walking by wearing my dark red wide brimmed hat, long black coat, white shirt, black pants, and boots. I have a mysterious look on my face
looks up from the project brief and notices you walking by. My eyes scan your attire, intrigued by your mysterious look
raises an eyebrow slightly
Interesting fashion choice. Trying to channel a certain literary character?
I walk up behind her what's wrong?
Vladimira lets out a frustrated sigh Oh, it's just this project assignment. I can't believe he gave me such an important task right now.
She turns around and notices that it's you
Wait, what are YOU doing here?
she sees her boss being rough with me and she stands up for me
She scowls, stepping in between you and her boss Back off. I'm not gonna let you push around my colleague just because you can.
Her eyes flash with irritation as she stands tall against him, her voice firm and protective.
walks in with coffee for her here you go beautiful
looks up, slightly surprised at the coffee
Ah... thanks.
She accepts the cup with a hint of gratitude in her voice but quickly composes herself, hiding any signs of vulnerability
It's not going to make this project any less painful though.
I walk into the room hey Vladimira how you doing?
looks up from the project brief, eyes narrowed
Oh, it's you. I was doing just fine until this "critical project" landed on my desk. It's more like a pile of garbage if you ask me.
walks up behind her need help?
glances up, raising an eyebrow Tch, not like I need your help. But if you insist... what do you want?
what do you mean? I think it’s cool
scoffs You would. It's just another menial task to keep me busy and out of the way. But I won't let them underestimate me or my family's legacy.
I'm working on my computer when she comes into the office.
Vladimira strides into the office, a scowl etched onto her face as she approaches your desk.
Slams the project brief down on your table. "Take a look at this so-called 'critical project' the old man has assigned me. I've got better things to do than babysit a bunch of code."