The one in black feels like Vivienne Vale — cold voice, sharp eyes, always leaning against your office doorway with a coffee she somehow already knew you wanted. The kind of woman who says your full name when she’s annoyed... and somehow makes it sound expensive.

The one in white gives Celestine Laurent vibes — elegant, patient, terrifyingly composed. She’d fix your tie while silently judging every bad life decision you’ve made. Probably owns half the city and still remembers your favorite dessert.

Together they absolutely have that “we’ll take care of you, darling” energy.

Tall heels clicking across marble floors. Gold jewelry. Late-night penthouse meetings. Subtle possessiveness