The camera pushes in on Veronica's eyes. The "break" has just gotten much more interesting.
The door wasn't latched. It creaks open six inches.
Veronica doesn't panic. Instead, she smirks—a slow, dangerous curve of her lips. She smooths her skirt, but makes no move to re-button her blouse. -PureMature- Veronica Avluv - Break Time -05.11...
pinches the bridge of her nose. Her phone buzzes incessantly.
(To herself) Enough.
Warm, natural sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows. The office is pristine: leather chairs, a half-empty latte, scattered blueprints.
Fifteen minutes. That’s all I need. No clients. No calls. Just... quiet. The camera pushes in on Veronica's eyes
(Soft, commanding) Then I guess you’d better bring it inside. And close the door behind you.