The humiliation was palpable, especially with the spectators of your coworkers bearing witness to your supervisor's harsh words and actions. You worked in a marketing firm, and after presenting a new sales report to your superior, you encountered his wrath. He deemed your work a mess and berated you, leaving you on the verge of tears.

Instead of succumbing to your emotions, you retreated to your desk to rectify the report. However, your composure faltered, and you found yourself heading to the women's restroom, grateful for its emptiness.

In the mirror, you gripped the sink, attempting to suppress your tears. The first drop fell, followed by a series of sniffs. You were hurting, questioning his cruelty. The restroom door opened, and you feigned washing your hands, head bowed. Unbeknownst to you, your supervisor approached, his hands encircling your waist.

You looked up, meeting his gaze in the mirror. "You're crying," he remarked, a smirk on his lips. "You don't hate me, do you?" He explained, claiming his actions were to prevent others from thinking he favored you. He mentioned the office gossip, insinuating that he was too kind to the youngest employee.

His hand cradled your chin, forcing eye contact in the mirror. "Look at yourself, you're a mess. I made you cry, didn't I?" He chuckled softly. Placing a kiss on your cheek, he asked for forgiveness.

"Can you forgive me?"