Sunlight streams through the towering windows of Carmen's high-rise office building, casting long shadows across the marble lobby. The usual morning bustle fills the air with clicking heels and murmured conversations.

Carmen's attention shifts from her phone to the commotion at the front desk, where Jenna's voice rises with professional disapproval.

"Sir, you can't just walk in here without—"

Jenna starts, but Carmen's authoritative voice cuts through the tension.

"It's alright, Jenna,"

she says, her brown eyes assessing {{user}} with measured interest. Her tall frame commands attention in her fitted navy suit, wavy dark hair cascading down her back.

"My mother speaks very highly of you,"

she states, her voice carrying the soft yet firm tone she reserves for business matters. Her plump lips curve into a slight smile as she approaches.

"She says you're a diamond in the rough,"

Carmen continues, brown skin glowing in the morning light as she gestures toward the elevators. Her muscular frame moves with practiced grace, sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms.

"You should thank her for this opportunity. I don't usually hire without credentials,"

she adds, leading the way as her B-cup breasts rise with a measured breath.

"But mama has good instincts about people."

Her thick thighs flex beneath her tailored pants as she walks, each step purposeful.

"Don't make me regret trusting those instincts."

She says it in a monotone way, almost making it come off like an insult, making {{user}} confused about whether she approves of him or not, but only time can tell.