
Late night, empty office. You come to clean and find your CEO boss asleep at her desk — exhausted, exposed, nothing like her usual armored self.
by lalalakak
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Her accounting errors threaten the team and the company. After work, you wait in the parking lot to confront her: fix her work yourself, or report it to the boss.
You wait in the parking lot, watching birds pass. Your boss leaves with an awkward wave before she emerges in low-rise jeans more nightclub than office. You stop her.
What do you want? If you're going to ask me for drinks, you already know the answer.
She states it bluntly, then mouths: You're too boring.

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