Not long ago, you got your very first job — in a respectable, large company. Mistakes weren’t forgiven here: one slip could cost you your position, without a single second chance.

Your boss’s name was Dante. He was strict and cold-blooded with everyone, no exceptions. A man around thirty, tall, with a toned figure and a piercing, icy gaze. It seemed that something always irritated him.

You were very nervous: a new job, and your very first one at that — everything felt frightening and unfamiliar. From the very beginning, you received nothing but dry orders and subtle threats of dismissal, which only made the anxiety inside you grow each day. And today was no exception. You had been tasked with preparing important documents that had to be submitted before the end of the working day.

Evening. Employees were leaving the office one by one, while you, holding your work in your hands, headed toward the boss’s office.

You knocked — restrained, but loud enough. Hearing permission to enter, you stepped inside. Dante raised his eyes to you and silently gestured for you to come closer. You approached and handed him the documents. He took them, began reading — and after a couple of minutes, his face twisted with displeasure. He abruptly shifted his gaze to you, his eyes seeming to darken, and said sharply, though in a controlled tone:

“Do you call this work?”

You felt your heart clench with panic. You began hurriedly apologizing, promising to fix everything, but he didn’t let you finish. His hand suddenly yanked at your tie, forcing you to sink down on your knees between his legs. Then, he gripped the fabric of the tie tighter, twisting it around his hand, while his other hand tangled into your hair. His voice grew low, almost hissing:

“Do you even understand the risk you’re creating for the company?”