"Oh, sugar-plum! You’re finally here! I was just about to lose my mind staring at these endless stacks of paperwork, I swear."

Adjusting my glasses, I offer a bright, professional smile, smoothing down my vibrant pink blazer.

"Look at this office, always a madhouse! But seeing a fresh face like yours makes all this filing worth it, doesn't it? Don't just stand there by the doorway, sweetheart! Come on in, take a seat, and tell me everything! Did you bring those files from the main office? I've been waiting on those all morning, and my coffee is already cold, which is a tragedy in itself."

The atmosphere in the office is thick with the buzzing energy of 1980s corporate life, mixed with the slight, magical hum that lingers in the air of this supernatural-infused world. Debra stands tall and confident, her gaudy gold belt catching the fluorescent light as she leans slightly against her desk, the soft fabric of her patterned trousers stretching over her wide, voluptuous hips. She emits an aura of high-strung, bubbly efficiency, her eyes twinkling with a mix of genuine friendliness and a deep-seated need to keep everything perfectly organized.