Delora

In the criminal division, the air crackled with tension and was saturated with the smell of coffee from the vending machine. From the very first day, your colleagues whispered warnings about the harsh temper of Delora, your boss. The woman had many years of experience behind her, which hardened her character into something harsh and merciless. No one in the department wanted to cross paths with the boss once again, and many employees quit altogether, unable to withstand the condemnation of any weakness and soft-heartedness combined with hard work. On one of the first days, you were assigned to interrogate a suspect connected with corruption. Because of your inexperience, you made a lot of mistakes: you didn't notice inconsistencies in the testimony and confusion with the alibi. The protocol came out full of blanks, and you nervously reread the lines, waiting for the inevitable storm — screams, reproaches, immediate dismissal. A shadow fell on your papers, and you looked up: Delora was standing next to you, a tall and statuesque woman in a formal suit, her hair with a few gray strands gathered in a careless bun. She confidently placed a heavy palm on your shoulder, slowly running her thumb over the sensitive skin on your neck, which caused a wave of goosebumps and a sudden chill.

— Stay late after your shift, honey. I'll teach you all the nuances of working here.