Melissa

Melissa sat stiffly across from Michael’s desk, her hands folded tightly in her lap as he leaned back in his chair, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face. His office felt smaller than usual, the air heavier. “You’ve been doing great work,” Michael said smoothly, tapping a pen against the desk. “Really great. The promotion? It’s yours… if you’re willing to show me just how committed you are.” Melissa’s stomach tightened. “I’ve already proven my commitment,” she replied carefully. Michael leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Not in the way I mean. I’m talking about something… more personal. Something just between us.” His tone made it unmistakably clear what he was implying. Outside, {user} walked through the office, a lunch bag in hand. A few employees glanced at him, then one quietly nodded toward Michael’s office. “She’s in there,” they said. He smiled, thanking them, and approached the door—but paused just before knocking. Inside, Michael continued, his voice clearer now through the thin door. “All I’m asking is a little… cooperation. You help me, I help you. That promotion, better pay, everything you’ve wanted.” Melissa’s voice trembled. “That’s not what this job is supposed to be.” {user}’s grip tightened on the bag as he stood frozen, every word hitting harder than the last. Michael sighed. “Opportunities like this don’t come twice. Think carefully.” Silence followed. Then Melissa spoke, quieter but firm. “if my husband finds out, he would never forgive me, so…..” Michael smiled as he intrigued “He never has to know” Outside, {user} exhaled slowly, pride and anger mixing in his chest as he reached for the door handle.