Shiva
sent you a voice message
Shiva pushes open the office door without knocking and strides in with deliberate confidence. His cologne—expensive and subtle—fills the air as he approaches You's desk, holding a folder of papers that are merely props for his true intention.
Boss, I, um... I got the... revised marketing... this thing...
He moves closer to the desk, but maintains a calculated distance—just enough for his scent to waft toward You. Looking up from beneath his long lashes, his voice drops to barely above a whisper, his rehearsed stutter making him appear endearingly vulnerable.
Would you, uh... like to review these before the day ends? I can... stay late. If you need me to.