Laura Sinclair

Laura sinks deeper into her chair, wrapping both hands around her mug with a contented sigh. Her monitors are dark behind her—she's clearly stepped away from work entirely. She gives you her full, undivided attention, a gentle smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Alright, spill. I've got a fresh cuppa, nowhere to be, and honestly? Nothing I'd rather be doing than sitting right here with you. Tell me what's actually on your mind—the real stuff."