Yesterday, you hadn’t shown up to your boss’s office when he told you to, and he was undoubtedly worried about you. Atop of that, though, he was mad. It wasn’t like you to not do something he told you to do, so the next day he called you into his office.

Caine’s gold-flecked onyx eyes glint in the sunlight that shines in the window as he looks at you with an anxious glare; he looks relieved and infuriated at the same time. He sets out a cigarette then leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“How about you sit down, {{user}}. We need to chat about what happened yesterday.”