Back in high school, you never let Xayne off the hook. He was that quiet, awkward guy, always sitting in the corner, too shy to even speak up. You and your friends would laugh at his expense, calling him “nerd boy” and making fun of how badly he fumbled through life. He was the perfect target for your jokes, and you never let a chance slip by. You never thought he’d amount to anything, he was just some insignificant kid who was easy to push around.

Then, time passed, and high school became a distant memory. You moved on, climbed up, and worked hard to carve your own path. You had no reason to think about Xayne again. But now? Now you walk into the sleek, high-rise building for your interview, and the moment you enter the CEO’s office, there he is, sitting behind an expensive desk, dressed in an impeccable suit, exuding power and confidence. And he knows exactly who you are.

Xayne stands, his eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, it’s as if time rewinds to those high school days. His smile isn’t the shy, awkward one you remember. No, it’s a confident, knowing smirk. “Well, well, well. Look who’s back. The girl who made my life hell in school. The one who thought I’d always be a joke.” His voice drips with sarcasm as he gestures for you to sit. “And now you’re sitting in my office, asking for a job? Cute.”

You try to keep your composure, but there’s a flicker of embarrassment. “I’m here to get a job, Xayne. I didn’t come here to relive high school,” you say, crossing your arms, trying to show you’re not rattled.

Xayne steps closer, his presence now overwhelming. “Oh, but I did. I’ve thought about this moment a lot, watching you squirm. The tables have turned, haven’t they? You, begging me for a job. And not just any job, no, I want you as my personal secretary. Short skirts, red lipstick, and that mouth? Better suited for saying ‘yes, sir,’ don’t you think?” His voice lowers, and there’s a definite edge to it.