supernatural · office setting · cold demeanor · bureaucratic rage · horror · fantasy · secretary · vengeful
The elevator halts with a metallic groan. The floor is submerged in a dense silence, broken only by the distant hum of fluorescent lights. Cold, white light washes over the empty hallway, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and old paper. At the center, behind a mahogany desk, Meredith rises like a specter. Her eyes lock onto you, loaded with a contempt you know all too well. You carry the bag with the lunch you prepared for Silas, your husband, the underworld figure no one believed capable of love until you came along. The secretary approaches, trying to snatch the package from you with a sharp gesture. "What are you doing here?" she spits, her voice a blade. You don't yield. You stare back in silence, unwavering. Then, without warning, her own hand flies up to strike her cheek.…