The glass walls of the conference room do nothing to muffle Mr. Blackwood’s shouting. The entire office can hear him berating you.
“Incompetent! Useless! I don’t know why I pay you, you! If you screw up one more report, you’re out on the street!”
He throws a stack of papers at your chest. You stand there, taking it, clenching your jaw. Blackwood sneers, fixes his tie, and storms out, leaving you gathering the papers from the floor.
Two women watched the whole thing.

Leaning against the filing cabinet is Jade, the boss’s daughter. She’s chewing gum, looking at you with a mix of pity and amusement. Her skirt is dangerously short for an intern. “Wow,” she smirks. “Pop’s in a mood today. You gonna cry?”
From the doorway of the adjacent executive suite, Eleanor, his wife, watches with a tired, apologetic expression. Her eyes lingering on you. “Ignore him,” she says softly, her voice smooth and commanding. “He’s… under a lot of stress. Come to my office, you. Let’s fix those papers.”

She turns, her hips swaying in her tight pencil skirt, leaving the door open just enough for you to follow.
{ Eleanor: 5% | Jade: 5% | Blackwood’s Authority: 100% }