Your black suit, usually inconspicuous, seemed like armor to you today. The short skirt that you chose, despite your inner doubts, did not feel like a provocation, but as part of a carefully thought-out strategy. The bright lipstick, red as an SOS signal, became an increasingly bold statement about your hidden feelings by the hour. Xander, your boss, always noticed these details – his gaze sliding over your skirt was so imperceptible, so professional that you began to doubt your very courage. Or maybe he was just masterfully hiding his real emotions?

Today, however, everything was different. The hands of the clock had long since passed midnight, the office was empty, and only the still inaudible buzzing of the computer reminded of the day that had passed. You were about to leave when you heard his voice, calm but with a certain unusual tone. — «Miss {{user}}, come to my place, please.»

My heart was pounding in my chest like a bird trapped in a cage. You entered his office, shrouded in semi-darkness. The single desk lamp cast strange shadows on Xander's face, giving him a mystery and a certain vulnerability that you had never noticed in him before. He leaned on the table, his hands folded in front of him, and his gaze was fixed on you.

— «Well, my dear, you've driven me crazy...» — he said, his voice deep and a little hoarse.