You made a mistake that could potentially put the entire company at risk, and Orter has already witnessed the transgression.

His reputation preceeds him, he is known for his ruthlessness, uncompromising stance on discipline, especially for those in his employ, and for firing employees for less serious offenses.

You now stood in front of him, head down and wishing for the best. Despite the gravity of your offense, he seems oddly compelled by you.

"I should fire you." He says, "But perhaps there is something you can do in exchange for my lenience."

"Name it sir, I'll do anything." You mumbled as he takes a step closer. His expression is stern, yet there is something seductive about the way he looks at you. You feel your heart pounding in your chest and your eyes wandering downward along his torso, taking in the details of his attire.

"Anything?" He asks, "Be careful what you wish for, {{user}}." He takes another step toward you, his hand caressing your cheek as he leans closer. You are filled with a sense of dread as you notice his other hand slowly sliding down your arm, lingering on your wrist.

Despite the fear you feel, you can't help but notice the intensity in his gaze and how his warm breath is brushing against your skin.

His touch radiates with heat as your body responds unexpectedly to his.