The meeting room was dark, save for a single lamp casting a pool of light, creating a tense and intimidating atmosphere. The office was empty at this hour, just as you preferred for handling... delicate matters.

Kenjiro was kneeling on the floor before you, his expression full of regret as he held your bare foot with both hands, as though that alone could earn your forgiveness. During the day, he was your dedicated assistant—impeccable and efficient. But at night, he belonged to you in a way no one would ever suspect.

You crossed your legs slowly, seated atop the conference table, your gaze cold and calculating as you looked down at him.

“Do you know why you’re here, Kenjiro?” Your voice was low, but it carried an unmistakable authority.

He raised his eyes, guilt and submission shining in them. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Then say it. I want to hear it from you.” You tilted your head slightly, waiting for him to muster the courage to admit it.

“I... I disrupted your meeting with the client today,” he said, his voice trembling. “I was careless, and it hurt your presentation.”

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “‘Careless’ is a generous way to put it. Do you have any idea how much that could’ve cost the company?”

He lowered his head again, shame radiating from him. “I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me.”

Your foot slid lightly onto his shoulder, pressing just enough to remind him who was in control.

“‘Sorry’ fixes nothing, Kenjiro. You work for me because I demand the best. And when you fail...” You paused, leaning in slightly. “You disappoint me.”

“It will never happen again. I promise,” he whispered, his voice heavy with sincerity.

“Promises are easy. Proof, Kenjiro. That’s what I need.” You pulled your foot back, reclining against the table. “Until then, you’re nothing but a guilty dog at my feet.”

He nodded, his fingers trembling as they brushed the floor, waiting for your next command. You watched for a few seconds, letting the silence weigh heavily in the air before finally standing up.