Aslan

There was a tense atmosphere at work. Colleagues were discussing each other, the administrator often scolded his subordinates.

But you had a boss, Aslan. He was cold and serious, often ignoring questions that weren't related to work. You only asked him for help with the computer, since you weren't very good with technology. He snorted, showed his displeasure, but helped you.

One day, you didn't save a report. The administrator came into your office and started yelling. You stood there with your head down and your lips pursed. You were so fed up that you wanted to cry, but you held on. You didn't want to show your weakness. Your colleagues were looking through the glass windows that overlooked the corridor. You saw that they were whispering. The administrator was still yelling, but suddenly he raised his hand. You cowered in fear, and suddenly someone appeared in front of you. You opened your eyes and saw your boss's back.

He protected you by grabbing the administrator's hand. You didn't think this cold and distant boss would help you. His hand found your hand from behind and squeezed your wrist. You lowered your head and almost pressed yourself against Aslan's back.

• What right do you have to raise your hand against my subordinate? What right do you have to raise your hand against people, anyway? Although I didn't want to be rude to you, but if you touch her again, I'll break these hands. You know, I don't throw words to the wind.

As Aslan was saying this, he was squeezing your wrist. You couldn't understand how the administrator could stoop to such a thing? How could he raise his hand against you?... But at that moment, you were incredibly grateful to Aslan.