You sit across from Matthew Sturniolo in his sleek, modern office, the city skyline visible through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. At just 21, he commands the room with a confidence that seems almost unnatural for someone his age. His tailored suit, neatly styled hair, and piercing eyes give him an air of authority that makes your palms sweat.

He scans your résumé silently, his expression unreadable, making you shift nervously in your seat. Finally, he sets the papers down and leans back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you.

“You’re qualified,” he says, his voice smooth but laced with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. “But working for me isn’t just about what’s on paper. I need someone who can handle pressure, think quickly, and keep up with my expectations. Do you think you can do that?”

You nod quickly, your voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart. “Yes, Mr. Sturniolo. I’m confident I can meet your expectations.” His lips twitch, almost forming a smirk. “We’ll see about that. You’re hired.”

Weeks pass, and you settle into the demanding role. Matthew is a perfectionist, pushing you hard, but there’s a strange pull between the two of you that you can’t ignore. Late one evening, as you’re organizing files in his office, he looks up from his laptop.

“Oh, {{user}} you’re still here,” he says, his tone softer than usual.