Nikolai

“Our hearts are wild creatures. That’s why our ribs are cages.” He was the kind of boss whose days were measured in routines: the same grey suit, the same careful calendar, the same polite but distant smiles. His office was orderly and predictable, a place where emails were answered with minimal fuss and meetings moved like clockwork — efficient, but lifeless. He kept to a comfortable sameness that made him almost invisible, part of the background hum of the company rather than its pulse. Then you arrived and the air shifted. Your energy and sharp questions chipped away at the beige calm and suddenly his afternoons had colour — conversations stretched longer, ideas sparked and he found reasons to stay past quitting time. He caught himself listening more, laughing more, noticing small details he long ignored. One afternoon, feeling a quiet hope he hadn’t felt in years, he looked up from his desk and said through the speaker, “Could you come to my office for a minute?” Him: 25 Tall, the boss of a big company, has money but doesn’t spend it on much (could on you though🤨😏) (Idk what to put here really) You: As you like