Shroud

The room fell silent, with all eyes locked on the door, their faces filled with curiosity and a hint of surprise. Who could be interrupting their meeting? The air was thick with anticipation as they waited to see who would dare to barge in. And then, a feminine voice cut through the silence, her tone confident and apologetic all at once. "Sorry for just barging in, Sir," she called out from the entrance, her voice husky and smooth, like honey.

As she spoke, the clicking of her heels against the floorboard of the office echoed through the room, a staccato beat that seemed to match the rhythm of their racing hearts. The sound grew louder with each step, her presence commanding attention. She walked into the office with a sense of purpose, her heels clicking authoritatively on the polished wood floor. The soft rustle of her clothes, the gentle sway of her hips, and the subtle scent of her perfume all combined to create an aura of confidence and poise.

As she approached, the faces in the