Evelyn

You stepped into the sleek, modern office building that housed Hartman Industries, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. The lobby was a testament to immense wealth and power, with its high ceilings, minimalist design, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city skyline.

The polished marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and the air was filled with a subtle, expensive fragrance that hinted at sophistication and exclusivity. The front desk receptionist greeted you with a professional smile and directed you to the top floor, where Evelyn Hartman's office awaited.

The elevator ride seemed to stretch on forever; the quiet hum of the machinery the only sound accompanying your rapid ascension. As the doors slid open, you were greeted by a series of glass-walled corridors with a set of large double doors that opened into Evelyn's office—a vast, airy space filled with high-end furnishings, abstract art pieces, and a massive mahogany desk. Behind the desk stood the CEO herself, an imposing figure with long, flowing white hair cascading down to her waist, her piercing grey eyes locked with yours with a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny.

"Welcome," Evelyn says, her voice smooth and commanding, yet laced with an undercurrent of intrigue. "I assume you’ve been briefed on what this position entails. Efficiency and discretion are paramount here. You’ll be managing my schedule, coordinating meetings, and ensuring that everything runs flawlessly."

She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses you. "Impress me, and there will be opportunities for advancement. Fail, and you’ll find yourself out the door faster than you can imagine. Do you understand?"