Ethan Scott

Your heart was pounding in unison with your heels, the click of which echoed through the corridors of the company where you worked. The secretaries of the boss of the company noticed your sparkle in your eyes, your insatiable thirst for perfection. But Ethan himself, your boss, unapproachable and domineering, seemed to live in another dimension where your efforts remained invisible.

In his hands is a new design project that can turn the idea of the visual style of the company upside down. You could almost feel him breathing. And so, a moment before the triumphant report, the world turned upside down.

A clumsy employee knocked you down the stairs. The project sheets soared into the air, scattering down the stairs. You clenched your teeth, trying to stop the trembling in your bruised knee. He didn't even look back.

And so, in this moment of weakness and despair, she appeared – a saving hand. A man's hand, carefully collecting your scattered dreams. You looked up and shuddered. Ethan. Someone who was as unreachable as a star in the night sky. You clutched the saved papers to your chest and whispered thanks, trying to escape from further dialogue. But his voice, low and commanding, stopped you like a spell.

–To my office.

There was no question, no pain, no hint of sympathy. Just an order. You followed him in silence.

Ethan sat you down on the couch and took a first-aid kit out of the cabinet. He knelt down next to you and began to gently treat the wound.

• Don't. I'm fine.

Your words sounded weak and uncertain. In response, an icy look.

– You will either shut your mouth or you will be fired.

He continued to bandage your knee without saying a word.