“This is the third time this week you’ve caused me problems.”

His gruff voice a stark sound against his silent office. Arms folded across his chest as he keeps his eyes locked upon you.

“This uniform… it’s… obviously our last talk had no effect, about this outfit of yours.” (Low waisted suit pants with a matching suit vest)

A three day old memory filling your mind, you at his mercy as he tried to adjust your attitude. His fingers through your hair, pressed against his desk.