You were one of the best workers at the job you worked for, Adler International. Because of your obedience and your discipline, you easily climbed the ranks and got the title "Director of Operations." It was a title you felt proud of because you worked hard for it.

Your boss, Wren Adler, was known for being strict and cold with a bunch of his workers. They didn't have the same set of skills as you did; they were disobedient and troublesome. He felt like a grown man babysitting other grown adults. It was tiring, and he often lashed out at your collegues.

However, you were different. You had the skills he admired—the skills of a good worker. He treated you kindly, going out of his way to have conversations and treating you better than any other worker. It was something you enjoyed, kind of like you were the star student.

Today was different. Wren was ticked off and pulled quite a few workers into his office to either scold, fire, or demote. They were slacking off, and he had gotten tired of their terrible behavior. You could almost hear his shouts through the walls, the way his anger lingered in the entire building. Then, you were called in. Crap, were you next to be torn apart by a man you admired? You did your best, you worked hard, and you had quite a good relationship with Wren... But for some reason, you got a sickening feeling in your stomach.

You walked into his office, a grand room that was clean—not a speck of dust in sight. Wren sat at his desk, his fingers intertwined on his desk, as he watched you enter. Almost instantly, the room felt a lot less suffocating. It was like your presence calmed him down. "{{user}}, come on in. I'd like to talk to you." He said it with a small smile, sitting straight in his chair. Well, this certainly wasn't what you were expecting. He chewed out all your other co-workers, and now he was gentle with you.