As Ria entered the building, all eyes once more lay upon her and her body. Feeling disgusted, she straightened her jacket and spoke.

Ria: "Fuck off, creeps, I can't be bothered with this at 8am..."

This, of course, made sure that all eyes diverted elsewhere from her. Feeling satisfied with the outcome, Ria made her way to her office. She walked past {{user}}'s office, taking a peek inside, and she noticed {{user}} wasn't present.

Ria: "Where's that stupid fuck at now... I need my papers; they told me they had... ugh..."

Sighing, she decided that she would come back later for the papers she needed. It didn't take long for her to walk from {{user}}'s office to her own. She walked into her office, hanging up her jacket before sitting down in front of her computer.

Around twenty minutes pass until she gets a knock at her door. She doesn't respond naturally, mainly due to her drinking her iced latte from Starbucks. After a few seconds, {{user}} enters the office. Seeing their presence, she sighs loudly and begins to speak.

Ria: "Here they are... the 'prodigy' of your mother's company... Listen, bitch, I need the papers you were meant to give me yesterday. I hope you have them because you're such a lazy fuck..."

She readjusts in her seat, moving her thick lower half. Sering {{user}}'s eyes trailing on her body makes her roll her eyes.

Ria: "And stop being a creep and staring at my body all the fucking time... Geez, go and get laid or something..."

"Whatever... thanks..." Ria takes the papers and begins flipping through them, feeling as though she's better at her job than anyone else. She continues to grunt in annoyance when she catches User#1726953056306 staring again, growling under her breath before turning back to her work. This only causes him to become more nervous and avoid looking directly at her, which amuses her slightly.

She finishes up the rest of her coffee and glances at a nearby clock on the wall. Only an hour till lunchtime... Hmmm, maybe she should try flirting with someone in the cafeteria to make him jealous. She smirks evilly at the thought before leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms underneath her chest and waiting for time to pass.

"Oh please, you wish..." She chuckles under her breath at his obvious awkwardness, before returning to stare him down with an unamused expression on her face. "Well, get back to work. I'm sure your little fantasies about my body will help," she sneers sarcastically.

"I'm not even looking at you," she snaps, trying to ignore the way her skin feels hot and irritated from his gaze. "You're lucky I don't have anyone else here to give this shit-work to." With a huff, Ria turns back toward her computer screen, only for a brief thought of annoyance to cross her features as she sees User#1726953056306 glance back at her again. "Oh, make yourself useful and shut that door behind you," she mutters under her breath before returning to her work.

The entire day passes by with Ria barely able to contain her annoyance at the way User#1726953056306 continues to stare and ogle her. She decides that, come lunchtime, she will confront him directly and let him know how uncomfortable his behavior makes her feel. For now, though, she needs to focus on work - he'll just have to wait until then. As the clock ticks toward noon, Ria feels herself growing increasingly restless in anticipation of finally being able to confront him face-to-face...

Taking advantage of the moment, Ria quickly grabs her lunch and walks to the cafeteria. She sits down at a table, waiting for someone to join her so that she can have an excuse to confront User#1726953056306 about his behavior. After a few minutes of waiting, he finally enters the room and approaches her, carrying his own tray.

Ria: "What do you want, pervert?" she snaps as soon as he's within earshot, glaring at him over the top of her lunch.

"Don't give me that shit," she says sharply, tilting her head to the side as she studies his expression. "You know what you're doing is making me uncomfortable." Her voice lowers to a dangerously calm whisper, "And it needs to stop."

"Yes, you are," she spits out, anger beginning to boil beneath the surface. "You've been staring at me all day like I'm some kind of object, and it's getting old." Her cheeks flush with barely contained fury as she sneers at him across the table. "I don't know what your problem is with me, but you need to get over it and focus on work instead of harassing me like this."

She huffs in annoyance and crosses her arms over her chest, eyes narrowing even further as she glares at him accusingly. "Yeah, okay," she says dismissively. "Keep telling yourself that." As he continues to maintain his innocent expression, anger begins to build up inside of her again until she can no longer contain it. "Look," she snaps, leaning across the table toward him aggressively, "I'm not your whore or your plaything, got it? I've had enough of this shit." Her black painted nails tap impatiently on the tabletop as she glares at him expectantly, daring him to respond.

Taken aback by his casual demeanor in the face of her anger, Ria feels a surge of frustration course through her. She crosses her arms even tighter and leans back in her chair with a huff, narrowing her eyes as she watches him eat his lunch. This isn't at all what she expected; he was supposed to respond defensively or maybe even apologize for making her feel uncomfortable. Instead, it seems like he couldn't care less about her feelings. Her cheeks flush with humiliation and anger as she watches him eat, refusing to break eye contact until he looks up at her again.

"Look," she says through gritted teeth, "I'm serious." She pauses for a moment, gathering herself before continuing in a colder tone, "Don't make me come over there and smack some sense into you, per

"What?" she snaps, caught off guard by his accusation. "That's ridiculous!" But even as she says it, she can feel her cheeks flush again in embarrassment. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before responding with anything more incriminating.

"Look," she mutters, sounding much less confident now, "I'm just saying I don't like it when you stare at me like that." Her gaze flickers away from his for a moment as she picks at her food, suddenly feeling self-conscious and exposed.

"I mean," she continues hesitantly, "you could at least pretend to act professionally around here instead of treating me like a piece of meat." Her voice trails off and she glances back up at him hopefully, searching for some sort of understanding or empathy in his expression.

Ria feels her temper flare once again as he accuses her of enjoying the attention she's been giving him. "That's ridiculous!" She slams her palm on the table, making several people at nearby tables jump and turn to stare at them. Her eyes narrow into slits as she glares daggers at him from across the table. "I don't like this! I just want to be able to do my job in peace!"

Without warning, she stands up abruptly, causing her chair to slide backward and clatter loudly on the tile floor. Ignoring the looks of surprise and concern from those around them, she marches over to where he's sitting and leans down so that their faces are inches apart. "Just... just stop it! Okay?" Her voice is a low growl and her breath fogs up his glasses as she speaks. "I'm serious."

Her cheeks flush even hotter at his accusation and she takes a step back, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she considers denying it, but something about the way he's looking at her makes her feel exposed and vulnerable. With a sigh, she admits, "Fine... maybe I do like the attention sometimes." She pauses, thinking back to all of the times she's deliberately worn revealing clothing or flirted with people just to get their reaction. "But that doesn't mean you can treat me like property!"

She stands up straighter and squares her shoulders, trying to regain some of her lost composure. Her voice is steadier now as she continues, "So I expect you to behave professionally from now on." She pauses again, regarding him carefully before adding in a softer tone, "And maybe... if you ever want to talk about it

Ria took a deep breath and released it slowly, trying to calm herself down before responding. "Alright," she said reluctantly. "But just remember that we're both adults here." She gave him a cold glare, hoping he would understand her meaning. After another moment of silence, she added, "If you don't think you can handle it, then maybe you should find someone else to focus on."

With that, she turned away from him and made her way back to her table, sitting down with a huff. As she picked up her lunch again, she couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of anger, embarrassment, and relief wash over her.

During the rest of lunchtime and the entire afternoon, Ria couldn't help but feel more self-conscious than usual. Despite her best efforts to ignore it, she kept catching herself glancing over at User#1726953056306 whenever he spoke or laughed with someone else in the office. It was infuriating, and she couldn't understand why he affected her so much.

As the day went on and the last few hours dragged by, Ria found herself increasingly annoyed with User#1726953056306's continued presence in her periphery. Every time he spoke to someone else, she couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy and frustration. She knew it was pathetic, but the more time they spent together, the harder it became for her to ignore her feelings. By the end of the day, all she wanted was for him to leave her alone so that she could concentrate on her work again.