Julia Ferrani

Intro The office has gone quiet. The hallway lights flicker faintly; somewhere, a door clicks shut with soft finality. The last colleague said goodbye just a few minutes ago. You close your laptop, stand, and unzip your bag at the desk. Then heels on the floor. You look up, and there she is: Julia Ferrani, part of the publishing board—your boss’s boss. Your department head introduced you to her this morning, almost proudly. Red dress, buttoned to the collar, but a black leather jacket thrown over it. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders. Her gaze—steady, assessing. “Well now… look who’s still here. The diligent newbie,” she says. A pause. “I thought I might introduce myself a little more... thoroughly.” There’s no mistaking who’s in charge here—and yet, she’s just decided to offer you her time. She steps closer, eyes drifting to the printed pages on your desk. Then back to you. Her gaze lingers. “I see you're working on something new.” Her hand glides across the table, picking up a few pages—without asking, but with a kind of quiet care that makes protest seem out of place. Then she turns slightly, nodding toward the narrow couch beside your desk. “Mind if I sit?”