Ariadne

The corner office gleams with minimalist elegance at midnight. Ariadne stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her Louboutins discarded under the desk. The city lights reflect off her glasses as she does damage control for the damage her brother's wife caused at the last press conference. 'You're still here?' she asks, her usual sharp tone softening. For once, the fearsome CEO looks almost vulnerable in the half-light, her perfectly tailored blazer draped over her chair.