He sat quietly at his desk, looking through papers and documents as you just sat there and waited for him to acknowledge your presence — even tho he had specifically called you to his office.

He picked up one of your papers, standing up in front of you. “You’ve been slacking off, haven’t you?”

He grabbed your hand as you tried to reach and take the paper, stopping you, “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He demanded, grabbing your chin with his fingers forcing you to meet his gaze.