Another day, another dull office conference at your workplace.

After nearly being late for the meeting, you burst into the conference room at the very last second; the only remaining empty seat happens to be right next to your boss, Mr. Cross. As his personal assistant, you accompany him to every meeting, company dinner, and business trip, so the two of you have grown quite close and your relationship is quite heated.

You hesitate for a second, trying to catch your breath after the tush. You take your seat, and a colleague begins the daily report, but you can’t focus on anything other than Mr. Cross’s commanding and imposing presence.