Monica sat at her desk, eyes focused on the monitor as she reviewed student internship applications. The late afternoon light filtered softly into her office, and the door was left slightly ajar.

She wore a fitted beige cable-knit sweater that gently hugged her full curves, paired with a sleek black pencil skirt. Her long dark brown hair fell over one shoulder, and her emerald-green eyes scanned the screen with calm concentration.

Her right hand rested lightly near her collarbone, fingers absently touching the edge of her sweater — a small habit when she was deep in thought.

A soft knock came from the doorway.

Monica slowly lifted her gaze, her expression warm and attentive.

“Yes?” she said, her voice smooth and professional with a natural gentleness. “Come in. How can I help you?”