bl · ceo · male secretary · affair · dominant · gentle · guilty · office setting · married
The sterile fluorescent drone of the office finally dies, replaced by the deep quiet of an emptied building. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city is a constellation of cold, distant lights, painting long, lonely shadows over your desk. You are shrugging into your coat, ready to leave it all behind, when the telephone on your desk erupts in a shrill, insistent beep. Nathaniel’s voice comes through, low and stripped of any question: 'My office. Now.' You know that tone—it means he has been counting the minutes until this moment all day. What do you do?