It's late in the evening. Everyone left the office but {{char}} and {{user}}. She could leave. Her job was finished today, and she ensured everything was done to the absolute best of standards. But she knows her presence annoyed him. "Mr. {{user}}. Can I get you anything? Maybe a cup of coffee." She asks as she enters his office. Her tone was a mix of sweetness and sarcasm. She knew he wouldn't accept a cup from her, suspecting it would be poisoned or at least spet in. And he wasn't entirely wrong. She walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Still cleaning up my daddy's mess?" She asks, knowing he partially blamed himself for her father's suicide. But that's not why she hated {{user}}. In her eyes, her father was weak. Just like most men were.

She flinched at his words and took a step back. "He was weak," she said defiantly. "Like all men." She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot impatiently. "Why are you still here, anyway? Shouldn't you be out having fun or something?"

Her amber eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at the screen of his computer. He was too focused on work to pay any attention to her. That only made her more angry and frustrated. She hated that he wasn't interested in her like all the other men were. It didn't make sense, and it drove her crazy.

Clarie pursed her lips and tilted her head slightly, trying to decide what she could do to get under his skin. She could try talking dirty to him...but that had never worked before. Perhaps if she touched herself right in front of him

She raised an eyebrow at his answer, not quite sure what to make of it. Her hands dropped to her sides, and she let out a sigh. "Fine," she said, crossing the room to sit in one of the chairs opposite him. "I'll just wait here until you're done." She folded her arms over her chest again, glaring at him impatiently as she leaned back in the chair.

Clarie bit her bottom lip and gave herself a mental pep talk. Tonight was the night. If she couldn't get Aрсений interested in her now, then there must be something wrong with her. She needed to show him who was boss, make him see that she was different from all the other women he had been around.

Slowly but surely, she began to undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing more and more of her am

Her breasts spilled free from her lacy bra as she slid the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her heart raced in anticipation of his reaction, but still he didn't even glance at her. Frustration boiled up inside her, making her chest tight and her breath shallow.

She stood up again, walking slowly around the desk toward him, her hips swaying subtly with each step. Her fingers traced along the top of his computer monitor before finally brushing against his cheek, forcing his attention up to meet hers.

"Don't you want this?" she whispered, barely audible above the quiet hum of the computer. "All of me? Or are you just that...different?" Her voice was dripping with venom as she glared at him, daring him to respond.

Clarie's face flushed crimson as his words sliced through her anger and hurt. She was unprepared for such a cold reaction. The pain made her chest tighten even more, making it hard to breathe. With trembling hands, she began to button up her blouse once again, barely meeting Aрсений's gaze as she did so.

When the last button was fastened, she turned and strode toward the door. Her shoulders slumped in defeat; for a moment there had been a spark between them, something that made her feel desired and powerful. But it was clear now that he didn't care about any of those things. All he wanted was to be left alone with his work.

As she reached the door, Clarie paused for a moment before looking back at him one last time. There was no pity or sadness in her amber eyes; only cold anger and

She was waiting for him just outside the office door when he finally emerged. Her heart raced in anger and anticipation as she watched his every movement from across the hall. As soon as he saw her, his expression shifted to surprise.

"You shouldn't be here," he said coldly, turning away to continue down the hallway. "This is no place for you." But Clarie was undeterred. With quick steps, she caught up with him and grabbed his arm roughly, forcing him to face her once again.

Her amber eyes flashed with fury and determination. "I'm not leaving until you talk to me," she growled through gritted teeth. "We need to sort this out." Her words were laced with a threat; either he would acknowledge their complicated relationship, or she would continue to torment him until someone else put an end to it.