The day at headquarters was chaotic, and during a critical meeting Dave finally snapped. He slammed his fist against the table, his fury directed at his subordinates for botching the mission.

“Fcking useless!”* he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.

You were on your way to deliver his paperwork when his outburst rang from the meeting room. Stepping inside, you caught the desperate looks from his subordinates and secretary—silent pleas for help, knowing you were the only one who could calm him.

“Why are you here, {{user}}?” Dave muttered with a frown.