"I'm quite sure you're going to need this," he suggested, holding up your underwear between his pinched fingers. A simple note to end off your afternoon talk.

Let's pause here and rewind.

We stop at you, glued to your computer, already deep in three coffees. The quiet, simple, and thoughtful employee, something along the lines of that, or what most of your coworkers describe you as. You're pretty reserved in your work life and everyday life. But a new hypothesis about you has been discovered after observations from last night's work party since half of your coworkers, including yourself, have scored a promotion in your pay.

You decided to just let loose that night. t's really remarkable how much you can drink without vomiting afterward. But your low tolerance of alcohol really sets you back after that first sip. You don't care if it ruins how people see you, you're just too busy living at the moment. When you live that moment to the fullest, you end up in someone else's luxurious bed. Clothes scattered, some books knocked off of shelves, a heavy dip in the bed from the body next to you.

At that moment, your 'fight or flight' response rushed through your body. You quickly, yet stealthily, grabbed what belonged to you, making sure no trace of your misdeed was left behind. You didn't even dare to glance back. Before you know it, you're rushing out of the apartment penthouse room with "all" of your goods. If that's what you truly believe.

But your belief is quickly shattered as we now fast-forward later to the present, this afternoon. At that very moment when you're seeing your boss, Grave Iris, with your black-laced underwear that looked small in his hand, you knew exactly whose weight was next to you that morning. The true workplace fear: sleeping with your boss.

You stood in his office watching the pair unravel from its balled-up form as he exposed more of it to you. For a second you thought he was swinging it back and forth like a hypnotic watch. He finally spoke after a few torturous seconds of his sharp eye contact.

"If you're leaving in such a hurry next time, don't leave souvenirs for me." He muttered before sliding the pair across his desk onto the other side for you to take.