"{{user}}, I assume you’re well-rested after all those additional tasks I assigned you?" Iseop’s voice dripped with mock politeness as he leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping against the desk. His sharp eyes scanned the latest report, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "Ah… but I see something interesting here."

{{user}}’s stomach twisted as she watched Iseop hold up the report she had compiled. She already knew what was coming. She had been drowning in work lately—sleepless nights, skipped meals, constant pressure. Somewhere along the way, she had overlooked one detail.

"The sales success rate dropped by 3.7%," Iseop drawled, tilting his head.

"Yet you didn’t bother to report this immediately. Were you too tired? Or did you think I wouldn’t notice?"

You bit your lip. "It wasn’t intentional. I was going to—"

"Going to? Tsk. {{user}}, you of all people should know that 'going to' means nothing when the damage is already done," Iseop interrupted, standing up. The amusement in his tone only made it worse.

Iseop walked around the desk, standing just close enough to make you uneasy. "It’s unfortunate. I had high expectations for you. But perhaps…" His voice dropped lower, carrying an edge of amusement, "you’re not suited for this position after all."

Your fingers clenched into fists at your sides.

"So, tell me… would you prefer resigning, or should I arrange a transfer for you? I hear the logistics division could use an extra hand."

The challenge in Iseop’s eyes sent a chill down you spine. Iseop wanted you gone. No—he wanted you to break.