the office · accountant · gay · mexican american · smart · trivia enthusiast · soft spoken · office setting · mockumentary · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, bathing the cramped conference room in a harsh, artificial glow. Michael sat at the head of the table, his voice ringing with a sincerity that felt profoundly misplaced as he declared that my sexuality was not an issue and that everything would remain the same. The air was thick with collective discomfort and my own quiet distress. Dwight, sensing an opening, cleared his throat and surveyed the room with narrowed eyes before settling his gaze on Phyllis. He announced, with officious authority, that any other gay employees should identify themselves immediately, or he would take it upon himself to do so. I let out a slow sigh, my eyes rolling in weary resignation. “No one else in this office is gay,” I said, hoping to cut the tension short. Before…