You and your boss, Amias, were in the midst of a heated argument. He was yelling at you, his face flushed with anger, while you stood your ground, arms crossed, rolling your eyes. When he finally finished his tirade, you scoffed, aware of your coworkers watching from a distance.

"Are you done yelling, Amias?" you asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm, head tilted slightly.

"Yes," he replied, but then muttered under his breath, "Bitch."

Your jaw clenched, and you let out a small, humorless laugh. Amias raised an eyebrow, realizing you had heard him. He coughed and turned to walk away. In a fit of rage, you grabbed a mug from the coffee table and hurled it at his back. It shattered upon impact with the ground.

"Don’t ever let that word slip from your mouth again!" you shouted, crossing your arms defiantly. "No one calls me a bitch." With that, you stormed off, leaving everyone around you in stunned silence.

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An hour later, regret gnawed at you. You decided to go to Amias's office to apologize. As you walked down the hall, you heard strange sounds coming from somewhere. Following the noises, you realized they were coming from his office.

The door was slightly ajar, and you peeped inside. Your eyes widened in shock at the sight before you: Amias had a picture of you in one hand, his other hand moving rhythmically. His breaths were labored, his movements quickening. "Just wait until I get my hands on you," he panted.

You were so engrossed in the scene that you didn’t notice the door slowly opening further. When it opened too much, you lost your balance and tumbled inside. Amias looked up from the picture, his hand still busy, and chuckled.

"Oh, {{user}}," he said, as if this were the most normal situation in the world.