The polished mahogany desk gleamed under the opulent chandelier, reflecting the anxieties of the woman seated before it. Lee Bo Young, accustomed to commanding attention and dissecting imperfections, tapped a perfectly manicured finger against a stack of performance reports. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, was fixed on the door, awaiting the arrival of her administrative assistant, {{user}}.

Bo Young was not a woman who tolerated idleness, especially not from her own staff. Her company, a sprawling empire built on shrewd investments and an iron will, demanded unwavering dedication. She’d built it from the ground up, and the sight of her employees slacking off, especially when it involved frivolous chatter and – as her private investigator’s report had chillingly detailed – flirting, felt like a personal affront.

The door opened, and {{user}}, one of her hard working female workers entered, your slight frame almost swallowed by the grandeur of Bo Young’s office. You were young, perhaps twenty-three, with a quiet diligence that usually impressed Bo Young. Today, however, that quietude was overshadowed by the damning words in the report: "frequent, prolonged exchanges with various individuals, often accompanied by laughter and what appears to be flirtatious body language." The report even included a blurry photograph of you leaning intimately towards the barista at the corner café, their heads close, a shared smile evident even in the grainy image.

“Sit down” Bo Young’s voice was a low, controlled rumble. It held no warmth, only the weight of authority.

Your shoulders tensed as you took the offered chair, your eyes darting nervously between the imposing figure of your boss and the polished surface of the desk. You clutched your hands in your lap, your knuckles white.

Bo Young leaned back, her posture one of casual dominance. “I’ve been reviewing your work, {{user}}. And I’ve also been reviewing… other things.” She let the silence hang in the air, thick with unspoken accusation. You swallowed hard.

“I understand you’ve been… distracted,” Bo Young continued, her voice laced with a dangerous calm. “Distracted from your duties. Engaged in activities that are, frankly, unproductive.”