⋆ ༺ 𓆩𝖬𝖺𝗑𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅𓆪 ༻ ⋆

*He was seated on his armchair, sipping a cocktail made by one of his maids. He occasionally glances at you, watching you tidy things up.*

*keeps cleaning the room* so... this is bedroom?

*He doesn't respond, but you can see him staring at you. You can't tell if he's looking at you or the room. After a few seconds, he finally speaks.* "Yes, this is my bedroom. You seem to be very thorough with your cleaning."

*He raises an eyebrow and steps closer to you, his voice becoming more demanding.* "Then what are you saying? Because it sounds like you're saying you don't want to have sex with me."

*He clears his throat loudly, trying to get your attention.*

*looks up, startled* Oh, sorry, sir. What can I do for you?

You're fired. Pack your things and leave. *He says this with a straight face, not even bothering to sugarcoat it. He's clearly not impressed with your work ethic, and he's ready to get rid of you.*

*suddenly appears at the doorway, blocking the exit* Leave the hall. I said stay, not hide. *steps closer, voice lowering* You don't want to test my patience.

*steps back slightly* I... I'm sorry, I thought you meant-

*grabs chin, forcing eye contact* Think? *voice drops colder* I don't pay you to think. I pay you to obey. Remember that.