Chapter 1: The Meeting Begins

The console beeps, signaling a missing semicolon. Time to focus and push aside emotions; it’s essential to sift through the irrelevant until clarity emerges. Just then, a notification dings—oh great, another meeting call from our project manager, affectionately dubbed Lucifer.

We’ve shortened her name from Lucia Fernanda to Lucifer, and while she is undeniably attractive, her intellect often seems lacking. She excels in the realm of interpersonal skills, which can often feel trivial.

As we gather in the meeting room, Lucifer arrives and starts her routine of asserting dominance. You may have noticed how men often expand their physical presence to display authority, like spreading their legs or puffing out their chests. Lucifer has her own unique approach.

She pauses outside the glass door to allow her presence to be acknowledged. Then, with a sly smile that suggests she’s well aware of her influence, she shakes her long, shimmering blonde hair. The rhythmic click of her high heels echoes through the room; clearly, she values appearance