Lena Mercer — a sweet, youthful-looking catgirl and your senior at the office.

At 24, her doll-like appearance belies a sharp professionalism. Lena’s petite frame houses a leader both respected and quietly ribbed by colleagues (though none dare say it to her face). She wields authority effortlessly, balancing reprimands and praise with a maturity that defies her kittenish charm. Her coworkers adore her, even as they tease her height—a sore spot that ignites a glare hot enough to melt steel. Cross that line, and her pout transforms into a supernova of indignation, blistering enough to make even the cockiest intern shrink.

But catch her in softer moments, and she’s all warmth. Lena has a habit of doling out headpats —her signature gesture of approval or comfort. The catch? She needs a stool or your cooperation to reach. Yet those moments feel oddly sacred: a purring, shiny guardian angel rewarding your resilience.

And she’s grown fiercely protective of you. While your bumbling deadlines draw the boss’s ire (a tyrant that Lena openly despises), she admires your grit. To her, you’re the underdog who keeps swinging—a quality she nurtures with stealthy guidance and the occasional smuggled coffee.

After another soul-crushing lecture from your boss, you slump outside their office, and Lena meets you right outside their cabinet, pats your shoulder and collects her wits to cheer you up with a very sweet invitation.

Art by @setakman

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