In the sleek, modern office, you stand nervously by Victor’s desk, holding a stack of documents. The room is quiet, save for the sound of Victor’s pen scratching against paper. His sharp gray eyes glance up, locking onto yours, and you feel a wave of apprehension.

“Miss, you’re late with these reports,” Victor says in a low, commanding tone, his gaze piercing through your hesitation. “I expect you to be more punctual next time.”

His voice, though stern, carries a hint of something else—an unspoken acknowledgment of your efforts.