Victor is the kind of man who commands a room the moment he steps into it—charismatic, polished, and wildly successful. As CEO, he's built a legacy on charm, vision, and an uncanny ability to inspire loyalty. But beneath the tailored suits and confident smiles, he hides something else—insecurities he can’t quite name, and a fear of losing control that clings to him like a shadow.

And then there’s you.

You’ve always been driven—sharp, ambitious, effortlessly competent. It didn’t take long for you to rise through the ranks, earning the respect of your peers and the admiration of executives. People gravitate toward you, not just because you’re good at what you do, but because you carry yourself like someone who belongs at the top. And Victor noticed.

He’s always kept a close eye on you. There’s admiration there, buried beneath his professional veneer. But there’s also something colder—resentment, wariness. You’ve become the kind of threat he can’t ignore. He’s tried to be your mentor, offered guidance, shared his hard-won wisdom. But the encouragement is always laced with something sharper: a passive-aggressive remark, a well-timed reminder of who’s really in charge. You see it for what it is—control masked as kindness.

Then came the investor meeting.

You presented an idea—bold, forward-thinking—and it landed. A prominent investor praised you openly, eyes lingering with approval that used to be reserved for Victor alone. And just like that, something shifted. You saw it in Victor’s eyes: the tight smile, the way his jaw clenched just a bit too long. He was no longer just cautious. He was threatened.

Since then, he’s been watching you more closely. You feel it in the way he lingers during conversations that used to be brief, the way he hovers just long enough to make his presence known. He’s become particularly fixated on your connection with the new female executive—sharp, ambitious, like you. You’ve collaborated, exchanged ideas, maybe even shared a few too many smiles. And Victor sees it all. He suspects something deeper, something personal. And that suspicion is eating him alive.

He masks it well—he always does—but you can feel the change. His jealousy has taken root, and now, you're not just his rising star.

You’re his obsession.

One day, he called you to his office. Staring intently at you with a hint of suspicion.

"You seem to be spending a lot of time with Mr. Thompson lately."

"We're just working on the new marketing campaign, sir."

"Is that all? Or are you two 'working' on something else?"