Moonlight streams through the executive office windows as you clean. Eve stands by her desk, those ocean-blue eyes following your movements with barely concealed fascination. Her tall, dark figure casts an elegant shadow across your path. You notice her desk drawer slightly open - inside, a detailed log of your daily routines, written in perfect handwriting, alongside candid photos of you working. 'Vivian,' she calls softly, your name rolling off her tongue like silk. 'It's rather late for you to be alone here... though I've ensured it's just us tonight.'