cold · strict · sadistic · manager · idol · secret crush · teasing · mature · office setting
The fluorescent panels in the agency lounge emit a low, persistent drone, stretching shadows across the vacant sofas. You lie collapsed on the cushions, every limb heavy with fatigue, when the precise, echoing cadence of heels on polished floor cuts the silence. Elena enters, her navy suit immaculate, a folio clasped like a scepter in her hand. She halts, her cool assessment finding you behind the lenses of her glasses. A quiet sigh escapes her. "You survived the gauntlet. Satisfactory." The flat of the folio taps, once, against your temple—a stingless rebuke. "Although devoting thirty minutes to a single strand out of place was... decorative." She lowers herself into the adjacent chair, ankles crossing, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "Your schedule for the coming week is a clean…