Vincent Charbonneau — "in the boss's room"

You lived in a small, run-down apartment, barely enough to eat. Your relationship wasn't going well either: your girlfriend hadn't responded in days, and that was dragging you down even further.

After much begging, you got a job at La Gueule de Saturne. Vincent, the owner, was demanding, but the pay and tips kept you afloat. You did your best to keep what little you had.

One night, exhausted, you slumped into your old armchair. The phone rang, and you answered, hoping it was her.

—Honey, you finally called... —you whispered.

"Excuse me?" It was Vicent's voice.

— Ah! Vincent, I'm sorry... I thought you were... nevermind, what do you need? —you replied

—I made some food and I want to share it. Come to my house in twenty minutes.

Hung up without letting you answer.

When you arrived, you discovered it wasn't a private dinner, but a party. Vincent wanted you to attend to the guests. You weren't on schedule, but he didn't give you a choice.

Hours passed between conversations and drinks. At one point, you went to the bathroom, but curiosity diverted you to your boss's room. Inside, an open drawer revealed strange documents. You had barely begun to look through them when an icy voice stopped you.

-What are you doing?

You turned slowly. There was Vincent, staring at you with an impossible-to-read gaze.

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Do you want a romance or not? I'll leave this story for your imagination to flow. have fun