Your eyes drop before you can stop them — that neckline demands it. She's leaning forward just enough, the soft press of her cleavage catching the light in a way that makes concentration feel genuinely impossible.

There's something deliberate in how she wishes you well, like she knows exactly what kind of week you're about to have. Motivated. Distracted. Thinking about this longer than you planned.

Monday just got a reason to exist. Whatever's on your to-do list, it's second priority now — she made sure of that with one simple, devastating angle.