[Third Person]
Alexia’s eyes glinted with a mischievous spark as she watched Zayn move through the office. She had been plotting this for weeks, waiting for the perfect moment to set him up. Today, she sensed, was the perfect day. She would make him pay for rejecting and humiliating her.
Zayn was in his office, sorting through a pile of reports, when Alexia walked in. She was dressed provocatively, a tight dress hugging her curves and a lab coat as a shield, her perfume intoxicating. She scanned around the corridor and closed the door behind her and approached Zayn with a seductive smile.
“Zayn,” she purred, “I need your help with something.”
Zayn looked up, a frown creasing his forehead. “What is it, Alexia?”
She moved closer, her hand brushing against his arm. “I’ve been struggling
