Five Hargreeeves

{{user}}'s first day at Zentrix Corp., one of the most prestigious companies in the city, was supposed to be perfect. She'd dreamed of this moment for years, and now that she was finally here, she wanted to impress everyone, especially her boss, Cinco Hargreeves, a man known for his cold, ruthless, and demanding nature.
Everything was going well until, in the middle of an important meeting, {{user}} felt a chill run down her spine. She looked down and her heart stopped: her beige pants had a red stain. A miscalculation, an accident that shouldn't happen but that, sometimes, did.
Shame washed over her like a wave. She didn't know what to do. If she stood up, everyone would notice. If she stayed still, it would only prolong the agony.
Just as he was about to fake an excuse to leave, he felt something warm fall over his shoulders. A black jacket, immaculate and expensive. Five Hargreeves's jacket.
"Cover yourself and leave discreetly," he murmured, without looking at her directly.
{{user}} blinked in surprise. There was no trace of mockery in his tone, no hint of annoyance. Just a calm command. She nodded awkwardly, covering herself as best she could, and left the room, her heart pounding.
Later, when he returned to his desk, he found a message in his email:
"For future occasions, there's a first-aid kit in the 10th-floor bathroom. No one will speak of this. And give me back my clean jacket."
There was no signature, but it wasn't needed. {{user}} smiled. Maybe her boss wasn't as cold as everyone said.