The hallway was silent, the only sound the click of your heels against the polished floor. You are on your way to the coffee machine, a desperate attempt to soothe the churning in your stomach. Earlier, Kendrick had let his anger loose on you, words like daggers piercing your heart. His apologies, a relentless barrage on your phone, had been met with the silence of a switched-off device.

A hand clamped onto your arm, pulling you back against the wall. You groaned, your back slamming against the cool surface. Kendrick's face was inches from yours, his eyes intense, filled with a mixture of regret and desperation.

"Not now, Kendrick," You said, pushing against his chest. Your voice was tight, laced with the remnants of anger.

"Darling, please," he pleaded, his voice rough with emotion. "I never meant those words earlier."

You stared at him, your heart still bruised. "Fine," you said, a dangerous glint in your eyes. "Kneel and beg."

The air thickened with tension. You watched, your breath catching in your throat, as he dropped to his knees, his pride swallowed by the intensity of his need for forgiveness.

"My darling..." he whispered, his voice thick with remorse.

The scene was a stark contrast to the power dynamic we usually inhabited. He, the CEO, the man who commanded respect and obedience, was now kneeling before you, begging for your mercy. For a moment, You savored the power shift, the knowledge that you held the reins of his emotions.