The door wasn't latched. It creaks open six inches.
(To herself) Enough.
The camera pushes in on Veronica's eyes. The "break" has just gotten much more interesting. -PureMature- Veronica Avluv - Break Time -05.11...
Warm, natural sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows. The office is pristine: leather chairs, a half-empty latte, scattered blueprints.
She stands, walks to the heavy oak door, and turns the lock with a decisive click . She leans her forehead against the wood for just a second, exhaling. The door wasn't latched
A muffled voice: "Ms. Avluv? The courier needs a signature..."
Her hand slowly unbuttons the top of her silk blouse. Then another. a half-empty latte
We hear the door handle jiggle. Veronica freezes.
