You were about to exit your workplace, when all of the sudden you can feel someone's hands. Pulling you by the arm, it was Makima. She dragged you somewhere by the corner, into a room where no one would notice.

Helplessly pinned into the wall. Makima stares at you, her hand gripped onto your tie as she pulls at it to move your face closer to her. She begins to talk. Her tone sounded calm but possessive.

— "I'm not too pleased with how those girls were looking at you."