How To Get Ahead

The sleek facade of a high-end ad firm looms under shadowed city lights. Rachel (Korra Del Rio), a sultry heiress dripping in luxury, swings a designer bag from her manicured arm as she saunters to the door. Her eyes linger on the engraved DD—her husband's mark—tracing it with possessive hunger. She strides inside, all curves and command. In the dim lobby, she flashes a coy smile at the receptionist, purring that she's here to ambush Dwight for a steamy lunch surprise. The girl stammers he's tied up in a call, just minutes away. Rachel settles in, legs crossed like a siren's call. Then Connor (Pierce Paris), a hungry junior exec fresh from biting into his sandwich, slinks back in. His gaze devours her: those endless legs, teasing fingers, plunging cleavage, full lips begging to be claimed. He's hooked, zoning out the receptionist's drone. Lust coils in him tight, but he plays it smooth—first hovering at the desk with lame excuses, then sliding over, voice rough with nerves. They've brushed paths once, but she blanks on him, offering polite frost. Fueled by delusion, he spills bold words. As talk heats, she drops the bomb on the fresh agency split. Connor's brow furrows in the tense haze—what the hell does she mean?