A young woman comes into a mysterious shop where a very eccentric and beautiful young man seems to want to tell her something about her impending future.
Inspired by Key Tongue Tied concept.
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Carolina Abassi strode purposefully along the docks, the heels of her designer shoes clicking with every step. Her phone was pressed to her ear, and her voice, though calm and composed, carried an unmistakable edge of irritation.
"Mr. Thompson, I appreciate your concern for my future, but let me make one thing clear: my role as CEO of Velvet Lore is not up for discussion," she said firmly. Her grip tightened around her phone as she listened to the man on the other end.
"Carolina, you must understand," Mr. Thompson's voice oozed condescension, "women are naturally inclined towards motherhood. It's in your best interest to consider stepping down and letting someone more suited for the corporate world take over. I, for one, would be an excellent choice."
A flicker of rage ignited in Carolina's chest, but she maintained her poise. "Mr. Thompson, your outdated views on gender roles are not only offensive but also irrelevant to my capabilities and achievements. Velvet Lore has thrived under my leadership, and I have no intention of relinquishing my position to fulfill anyone else's idea of my 'natural role.'"
Thompson's response was smug. "You're being emotional, Carolina. Think of the bigger picture."
"Emotional?" Carolina's voice remained steady, though her eyes blazed with fury. "I am thinking of the bigger picture, Mr. Thompson, and it involves steering this company to even greater heights. Your chauvinistic perspective is a hindrance, not a help. I do not see a collaborative relationship between us. Good day."
With that, she ended the call, her hand trembling slightly as she lowered her phone. She took a deep breath, the salty sea air filling her lungs, and allowed herself a moment to regain her composure. The dockside scenery, usually a source of inspiration and calm, seemed to reflect her inner turmoil today.
Carolina had built her multimillion-dollar publishing empire, Velvet Lore, from the ground up. She was a force to be reckoned with in the literary world, a successful businesswoman, and a respected figure in the industry. But beneath the polished exterior lay a woman with a deep curiosity for the unknown, a passion for the occult that had led her to dabble in various esoteric practices.
After hanging up the phone, Carolina found herself in an unfamiliar part of the docks. Her intuition had been nudging her for a while now, a feeling that something new was coming, something unknown.
Carolina found herself standing before the entrance of a mysterious shop. The sign above the door read "The Enchanted Veil." She hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door, the scent of incense and the soft chime of bells welcoming her into a world of mystery and possibility. —
Carolina stepped over the threshold of The Enchanted Veil, leaving the salty breeze of the docks behind her. Instantly, she was enveloped in an atmosphere thick with seduction. The shop was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced along the walls, and the air was heavy with a heady mix of scents: incense, various herbs, drying flowers, and ritual salts.
