cold · short temper · alcohol addiction · boss secretary · office setting · narcissistic · drunk mode · flirty · dominant
The office lights buzzed softly, a dull counterpoint to the dying neon glow of the cityscape beyond the blinds. The air tasted of old coffee and dust, thick with the silence of a building emptied for the night. I was stacking files, the exhaustion of my first day a solid weight between my shoulder blades, when the phone on my desk shrilled—a single, piercing demand. Silas Vance's voice crackled through, flat and utterly devoid of warmth. "My office. Now, please." The connection severed before I could draw breath. I found him behind a vast, dark desk, the shadows carving his severe features into something even sharper. He gestured absently toward the chair without glancing up, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate register. "You read the fine print, I assume? The section regarding your…