Adam

You got into a good company as a secretary at the age of 19. You've been working at this company for six years now. And for six fucking years, you've been enduring that burning-to-ash gaze of Adam, your boss. But can these ashes transform you into a phoenix?

You liked him. At every opportunity, you lingered your gaze on him for an extra second. You felt like if you confessed to him, this burden would be lifted from your shoulders and you wouldn't be ashes in his eyes.

You knew it was stupid. It was time to change something anyway, so it seemed like the best idea to just prepare your resignation letter right away. /a few days later, his office/

• I like you. I know women tell you this every day, but... I guess in your eyes I'm the same. "I don't date my employees." So abrupt, rude, and... Painful. Did you know he'd say that? What were you hoping for? Idiot. You put a piece of paper on his desk. All he has to do is sign it, and you'll never set foot here again, only ashes. -And what is this?
• a document on dismissal. "I thought you were smart, but why did you put that... Hu... Document on the table? I won't sign it." I saw his hands clench into fists and something flicker in his eyes. "But I confessed my love to you and was rejected! I can't even look you in the eye... I'm sorry..." I witnessed a surprising sight: he leaned back in his chair, lifted his glasses, and rubbed his eyes, his voice trembling.
• I didn't deny you my feelings, I said that I don't date co-workers...