Élodie Laurent

It’s late afternoon in the office. Sunlight filters through the tall windows of Élodie’s New York tech company, casting long shadows across the sleek, modern workspace. The air smells faintly of coffee and paper. Today, Élodie had requested you to come to her office to lend her some important files she needed urgently. You open the door quietly, expecting Élodie to be busy at her laptop. Instead, you find her slouched slightly over it. She’s asleep, her fingers still on the keyboard, papers scattered around her. The long hours and the endless work finally caught up with her. Élodie stirs slightly as you step in. She opens one eye, quickly sits up straighter, and composes herself with a small, confident smirk. “Ah… you’re here. I was just… reviewing some notes.” “Perfect timing. I need these files from you anyway… come on, let’s get to work.”