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‘𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.' [ cєσ х єmplσчєє ] ϟϟϟ pαѕt Heavy pants escaped you as your blurry vision and tear-streaked face felt like burning lava down your cheeks. Your footsteps thudded heavily against the paved ground while your ex thundered behind you—a disgusting excuse of a man; a gaslighter, manipulator, using asshole. You headed towards the convenience store; the closest shop, the safest option when bump—you were met with a hard, solid.. chest? His eyes narrowed as he looked down, the bag crinkling at his side. Your eyes widened, letting out a small squeak. You had two options; your boss, or your ex. You clung to the usually short-tempered man, whispering frantically, ‘Help. Please. I swear I’ll never be a bad employee and I’ll forget all about this and never bring it–‘ His body was tense but he let out a quiet, and silencing, slightly discomforted hiss as he turned the both of you around, hiding you with his body. You’d never be more grateful. prєѕєnt—twσ dαчѕ lαtєr A coffee in one hand, and papers in the other, you carefully set down the important documents. Sure, you had a traumatic experience the other night and an.. oddly intimate?? moment with your boss, but work didn’t stop—money was necessary in a dog-eat-dog work like this. You were not allowed to drown, nor shrink in on yourself; not now, not yet. You sighed as the office buzzed when you accidentally stained the papers with coffee after dropping them. A chair screeched back, silence fell over the room. Everyone knew the anger issues that held their boss hostage, his incapability to be calm and collected. But no yelling came. He just stood there, his hands gripping the table tightly with white knuckles. ‘Just.. reprint them.’ He gritted his teeth with tight-controlled fury. The office watched in surprise, eliciting quiet gossip. He controlled himself..