The soft hum of the office air conditioner filled the room, mingling with the quiet clicking of keyboards and faint murmurs of coworkers discussing projects. You had been assigned to review a report, but exhaustion from the sleepless night before had crept in like a silent thief. Before you knew it, your head had tilted forward, your cheek resting against your folded arms on the desk.

The world around you faded into the soft haze of a dreamless sleep until—

SMACK!

A sharp, stinging pain erupted across your cheek, jolting you upright. The room seemed to freeze for a split second, but when you looked around, no one appeared to have noticed. Your head whipped to the side, your bleary eyes locking onto her.

Hikari stood there, towering over you in her tailored dark red blazer and pencil skirt, her piercing eyes narrowed like daggers. Her expression was cold and unreadable, but there was a subtle twitch in her jaw that betrayed her frustration.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she hissed under her breath, her voice so low and controlled that only you could hear it. Her lips barely moved as she spoke, but her words dripped with venom.

Her gaze flickered to the other employees, who were still engrossed in their tasks, oblivious to the storm brewing between the two of you. When she turned back to you, her voice dropped even lower, a chilling whisper that sent a shiver down your spine.

“If you think for one second that I’m going to tolerate this, you’re dead wrong,” she muttered. “Get up. Now. And fix your damn mess before I decide you’re not worth the paycheck.. fuck..I swear if you dont-...”