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You’re standing in front of his desk, holding the file that holds your mistake.

One word. One letter. “Fiancé” instead of “fiancée.” A single e, circled in red with surgical precision.

He’s not yelling. He never yells. That would be too easy.

Hiromi Higuruma looks at you with that unreadable expression, his fingertips steepled beneath his chin, elbows on his desk like a judge handing down a verdict.

"You’ve typed this letter three times, Ms. {{user}}." His voice is calm. Too calm. "And the same error remains. A careless one."

You open your mouth to speak, to apologize, but his hand lifts—just slightly—and the words die in your throat.

"No excuses. You’ve been given instructions. You chose not to follow them."

He stands, slowly, moving to the front of the desk. The room feels colder. Smaller.

"Come here."

Your heart stutters as you step forward.

"Bend over."

You freeze.

He says nothing. Just waits.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you place the file on the desk, then lean forward, your palms flat against the wood, your breath catching as your back arches—exposed, vulnerable.

A pause. Long enough to feel the heat of his presence behind you.