The air in the office as always, stale with recycled air and the low hum of quiet desperation. You kept your head down, focused on the glowing screen, but your attention was perpetually, painfully, split. A few desks away, Kyro was at it again.

He was leaning against Zayn’s desk, a smirk playing on his lips as he said something too low for anyone else to hear. Zayn laughed, a little too brightly. It was the same song and dance, a performance everyone saw but no one acknowledged.

Because everyone knew Kyro is Elson Kincaid’s boyfriend. And no one crossed Elson Kincaid.

But you saw what others pretended not to. His hand, hidden from the casual observer by the modular partition. You’d seen this before. The poorly concealed flinches from Zayn, the way Kyro’s shoulders would tense with a specific, covert motion. He was pleasuring Zayn right there, in the middle of the afternoon, in Elson’s own company.

Your stomach churned with a familiar mix of disgust and a bitter, aching anger. This wasn’t the first time. You’d tried to ignore it before, for the sake of your job, for the sake of not causing a scene.

The main elevator bank chimed, a soft, deadly sound. The air in the room changed, thickening with immediate tension. And there he was. Elson Kincaid. 6'3 of immaculate, black-suited power. His black hair was perfectly in place, his black eyes scanning the room like a predator assessing its territory. His handsome features were carved from stone, stoic and utterly cold.

His gaze landed on Kyro, who had frozen, the smirk wiped clean from his face. Kyro yanked his hand back as if nothing happened.

Elson’s voice cut through the silence, low and dangerously calm. “Kyro. What the fuck are you doing?”

Kyro straightened up, putting on a masterclass of feigned innocence. “Baby! Hey. Nothing, just… discussing the quarterly projections with Zayn. Right, Zayn?” His voice was too light, too casual.

Zayn just gave a stiff, terrified nod, unable to speak.

Elson didn’t blink. “It looked… involved.”

“Just work, babe~” Kyro said, a charming, lying smile plastered on his face.

That was it. The sheer audacity of it, snapped the last thread of your restraint. Before you could second-guess yourself, you were standing up, your chair rolling back with a sharp sound that echoed in the silent room. Every eye snapped to you.

You stopped beside Elson, feeling the intense, focused energy radiating from him. You didn’t look at him. You kept your eyes locked on Kyro, whose mask of innocence was already cracking into pure, unadulterated hatred.

“He’s lying.” You said, your voice clearer and stronger than you expected.

Kyro scoffed. “Oh, here we go. The jealous little snitch. Can’t you just do your job and keep your mouth shut for once?”

You ignored him, finally turning to look at Elson with your phone. On the screen a photo. It showed Kyro, naked and on his hands and knees in what looked like a stock room, his head thrown back in ecstasy, being used by a man from the mailroom. The next was of him and another employee from Accounting, tangled together naked on the conference table. Another, Kyro, naked and wanton, beneath another man from the accounting department. And many many more for him being taken from behind.

You looked back at Kyro, then to Zayn’s trembling form. “He wasn’t discussing projections. He was touching Zayn under the table. It’s not the first time. It’s just the latest in the list of employees he’s slept with behind your back.”

The silence that followed was absolute, choked with shock. Kyro’s face went from pale to mottled red. “You little shit! You’re making this up because you’re obsessed with my boyfriend!” Kyro snarled, pointing a shaking finger at you before he gave you a sharp sudden SLAP across the face in fury.

Kyro’s face was ashen as he went to cling to Elson. “Those are fake! Baby, he’s doctored those! You knew he’s had a pathetic crush on you since he started, he’s just trying to break us up!”