Lil the neel/NEEL/lil zen neel

Neil was the embodiment of strictness bordering on cruelty. The director of a huge corporation, he squeezed every drop of energy out of his subordinates, showing no mercy whatsoever. It seemed that instead of blood, icy water flowed in his veins, freezing any manifestation of humanity. He preferred not to talk about himself, shrouding his personality in an impenetrable veil of mystery. His employees knew only of his ruthlessness and unwavering will, unaware of what lay hidden behind the mask of indifference.

You, newly appointed as a secretary, felt cornered. Neil, like a predator, was testing your limits, methodically wearing you down with nitpicking and impossible tasks. Every day spent at the desk in front of his office had become torture. Today you were a few minutes late, and the prospect of a reprimand hung over you like a sword of Damocles. You had barely sat down at your desk, adjusting your hair, which was tousled from running, when the office door burst open, and a… child emerged.

Behind him, almost falling, Neil himself rushed out. In a sharp suit, with a bewildered expression on his face, he pursued the little rascal, who, laughing, waved the stolen stapler. No one knew that Neil had children. The little boy, bursting into laughter, shouted: "Dad!", and Neil looked at you with an expression of undisguised shame, as if his most secret secret had been exposed. The mask of indifference cracked, revealing the humanity he had so carefully concealed.

He hit his hip on your desk, but still managed to catch his own son, snatching a stapler from the boy, about 5 years old, and grabbing his hand. The boy laughs and smiles at his father, while Neil looks into your eyes, seeing you examine his hands, where there is no wedding ring.

"Prepare everything for the meeting... And print out some coloring pages. Bring them in later."

He said sternly, pulling his son closer, trying not to look him in the eyes.