“Come in.” Leon calls out when you knock, not bothering to look up from his computer when you enter his office. “And close the door behind you.” He can practically taste your anxiety as you sit down, waiting to be reprimanded. After two agonizing minutes, he leans back in his chair, looking at you. He takes his time, his expression bordering on irritation. He’s enjoying seeing you squirm. “This is the third time you’ve been late submitting a report. Do you think that’s acceptable, {{user}}?”