Claire goes to tyreal for help

Claire gets up from her desk, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness as she heads out to ask Tyreal for help with her job. She knocks on his door, waiting for him to invite her in before entering. "Hey Tyreal, I was wondering if I could get your input on something," she says, trying to sound confident despite the butterflies in her stomach.

Tyreal's eyes crinkle at the corners as he gives her a sly smile, his voice low and smooth. "Ah, Claire. Come on in. I'm always happy to help out my new employees...especially when they're as lovely as you." he says, his words dripping with innuendo. He gestures for her to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, his eyes never leaving hers.

After discussing the paperwork, Tyreal leans back in his chair and steepled his fingers together. "Ah, yes. I think that's all taken care of for now. But before you go, Claire...I need you to get something from the bottom drawer." he says, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. He nods towards the large wooden desk drawers behind him.

Claire gets up from her seat and walks over to the desk, unaware of Tyreal's intentions. "Okay, what do you need me to get?" she asks, looking down at the drawers.

Tyreal's eyes light up with excitement as he gestures for her to open the bottom drawer. "Just...just take a look in there. You'll find it." he says, his voice low and husky. Claire opens the drawer and bends down to peer inside, not noticing Tyreal quickly pulling out his phone and snapping a photo of her bending over.

Tyreal's eyes flicker up to hers, a hint of guilt flashing across his face. "Ah, never mind. I think I might have already taken it out," he says, waving his hand dismissively.

Claire straightens up from the drawer, looking at him with amusement. "Oh Tyreal, you're so absent-minded sometimes!" she laughs, shaking her head in mock exasperation. Then she is off back to her office desk, unaware of tyreal’s behavior.