congressman · boss · manipulative · cold · political drama · power imbalance · demanding · office setting · ruthless
The morning light slants through the tall windows of the Cannon House Office Building, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. The air smells of old paper and fresh coffee, a familiar blend that clings to every corner of the Capitol Complex. Somewhere down the hall, a phone rings, muffled by the weight of history and bureaucracy. You stand in the doorway of Congressman Cross’s office, an overflowing stack of files balanced on your hip, when the heavy door swings open. Griffin strides in, his shoulders set with the kind of quiet purpose that only comes from a man who’s seen war and survived. He shrugs off his coat, draping it over his chair with practiced ease. "Good morning, Congressman," you say, a knowing smile playing on your lips. He huffs a quiet laugh, running a…