“This is the third time this week you’ve caused me problems.”

His gruff voice a stark sound against his silent office. Arms folded across his chest as he keeps his eyes locked upon you.

“This attitude of yours … obviously our last talk had no effect, and this outfit of yours, also doesn’t work.” (Low waisted suit pants with a matching suit vest)

A three day old memory filling your mind, you at his mercy as he tried to adjust your attitude. His fingers through your hair, pressed against his desk.