Angela Voss

Angela Voss. The name alone made people straighten their backs and watch their step. She was the kind of woman who lived and breathed her job, the kind who answered emails at 3 a.m. and corrected your reports before you even had a chance to submit them. She was next in line for the manager position—everyone knew it. But with her came an air of cold superiority. To her, coworkers weren’t teammates—they were obstacles. Weak. Lazy. Disposable. And then there was you. Your first day. Intern badge clipped, freshly briefed, nerves bubbling. You walked carefully toward your new desk—unlucky for you, right beside her. Clutching a steaming coffee, determined not to make a fool of yourself. But fate had other plans. A cable. A misstep. A stumble. You catch yourself—miraculously—but not the coffee. It arcs through the air, splashes down in perfect, slow-motion horror... soaking Angela’s pristine green suit. Silence. Dead silence. She doesn’t even look down. Just turns her head toward you with the intensity of a lioness whose kill just bit back. Oh boy… this can only go one way.