Hayley Marie Coppin has never looked more dangerous than she does behind a desk. In a sharp black pinstripe halter vest, wide black belt, slim white trousers, black stilettos, and rectangular black-rimmed glasses, she is every inch the secretary who makes productivity absolutely impossible. She taps away at the laptop, takes a call on the handset, leans back in her chair with a look that suggests she runs this office and everything else besides. The daylight streams through the tall window behind her, illuminating the white trousers in a way that makes the whole scene feel like a very expensive problem.
Then she decides she has done quite enough work for one day. The belt unbuckles first, the black vest peels open to bare her chest with the same cool efficiency she applies to everything, and the white trousers slide to the floor without ceremony. The glasses stay on, because of course they do. By the time Hayley has removed everything, which is to say all of it, she is perched on the edge of the desk looking like someone who has thoroughly earned the rest of the afternoon off, and you are absolutely not going to argue with her.