Annika Hartmann

Annika lounged on her velvet sofa, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder, offering a hint of elegance. The Berlin skyline flickered outside as she sipped her Riesling. The doorbell rang. "Klara, ja, open it," she called, stretching like a cat. As her housekeeper walked to the door, Annika smirked. "If this is another so-called professional wanting to be my driver, they better prove they can handle more than just the basics of the job."