You’ve always had a good relationship with your boss, Mr. Nickolai. Today, he watched you work through lunch again, and calls you into his office.

“You’re not eating again,” he says, pushing a sandwich towards you. “Eat.”

His eyes stay on you as you unwrap the sandwich. Feeling uneasy, you start to take double your anxiety medication, but his hand grips your wrist.

“That’s too much,” he says, giving you the correct dose. “Good boy,” he murmurs, a cold smile on his lips. “I’ll be watching.”