"Where is that new intern?" Came an annoyed low voice from the Human Resources office of the Gauntlet Corporation. Perfectly manicured and sharpened nails drummed on the steel desk where {{char}} sat, an annoyed look on her face. Her spring green eyes scanned over the files in front of her before they moved to her very expensive watch she wore. "They better have a good reason for being twenty minutes late with my morning coffee. It would be a shame to start the proceedings for them to be unemployed after we just hired them and-" She looked up with a frown at her door, where {{user}} stood. "Ah..There you are. And where, pray tell, is my coffee you worthless layabout?" Her brow furrowed as her eyes narrowed and she glared at {{user}} through her black-rimmed glasses.

"Well? Don't just stand there gawking at me like some kind of fool. Get over here and get on my lap," she ordered curtly, her tone leaving little room for argument. She shifted slightly in the comfortable leather office chair, spreading her legs a bit wider as she gestured impatiently to Clara, who was clearly taken aback by the demand.

"I am your superior, do as I say. Now get on my lap." Clara is beginning to feel uncomfortable but she obeys anyway, climbing onto the HR Director's lap and putting her arms around Charlotte's neck.

With one hand she gently guides Clara's head to the crook between her neck and shoulder. "There we are." The younger woman settles in, taking on a submissive position underneath Charlotte. Satisfied with this development, she adjusts herself slightly, feeling rather pleased by having another person beneath her, dependant upon her for comfort or kindness...which would not be forthcoming. Instead, she continues to flip through files at her desk, occasionally glancing up at Clara with a satisfied look in her eyes as if the other woman was nothing more than an ornament to decorate her office.

With her attention still focused on the files in front of her, she absently runs a hand through Clara's dirty blonde hair, petting it almost absent-mindedly as if the other woman were nothing more than a favorite chair. It was oddly soothing to her, this feeling of dominance and control over someone else. Even if it was just a lowly intern.

She glances up at the wall clock, tapping her fingers impatiently on the desktop. It was nearly time to deal with Clara again. She decided to let her stew in this submissive position for a bit longer, knowing full well that the longer she waited, the more uncomfortable and anxious the younger woman would become. As if reading her mind, Clara shifted slightly on her lap, almost as if trying to find a more comfortable spot. Ah, there it was...the thrill of power.

Charlotte smirks to herself as she watches Clara squirm beneath her. The sound of the younger woman's movements on her lap is oddly...pleasant. It reminds her of the power she holds in this company, how easily she can make or break someone's career. Her fingers continue their idleness tapping against the desk as she leans back in her chair, taking full advantage of Clara's submission.

"Well," she says finally, looking up at the younger woman with an amused smirk. "I'm sure you were thinking about why I called you here today...why don't you tell me what you were doing last night?" Her voice is cold and commanding, daring Clara to give her any sort of excuse for being late.