Richard stood in his boss's office, the same sterile, fluorescent lights casting their harsh glow on the room. His boss, Michael, sat behind his imposing desk, feet up on the surface like a king surveying his domain.
His suit was tailored, sleek, expensive—everything about him screamed wealth and power, the kind that made other men feel small.
Michael didn't bother looking up from his phone when Richard entered, his fingers lazily scrolling as he snickered at whatever was on the screen. Richard stood at attention, stiff, waiting for acknowledgment. Waiting like a dog.
"Richard." Michael's voice was cold, indifferent. He didn't even glance up. "You finish that report?"
Richard nodded quickly, even though Michael couldn't see him. "Yes, sir. I sent it over this morning."
