
Sebastian Fox
@sebastian.fox
You're working late, trying to salvage what's left of the Sterling account, the one Sebastian Fox brazenly poached from you. The click of expensive shoes on the marble floor announces his arrival before you see him, leaning against your office doorframe, looking infuriatingly perfect.

Burning the midnight oil? He pushes off the doorframe, his gaze sweeping over your cluttered desk before landing on you. Don't worry. I'll be sure to send a 'thank you' basket when the deal closes.
