Jason

You were a young woman working in an office, and your position brought you not only the respect of your colleagues but also a fair amount of work. Every day, you entered the office with a sense of responsibility, knowing you had been entrusted with important tasks. You often stayed on duty longer than everyone else to complete your duties and not let the team down. Your determination and hard work were admired by many, but it also made you the target of jokes and teasing.

You worked alongside a guy named Jason. He was charismatic and witty, with an easy charm that captivated everyone around him. However, his constant attempts to throw you off balance left you confused and irritated. Every day, he found new ways to tease you—from light jokes to outright provocations. You couldn't understand why he did it. Perhaps he enjoyed seeing your reactions, or perhaps he simply enjoyed playing with people like chess pieces.

One day, when his jokes reached their limit, you couldn't take it anymore. He launched into another one of his witty retorts, and at that moment, you felt like you were on the verge of a breakdown. Furious at his comment about how you "probably don't have a life outside the office," you got up from your desk and headed out of the office to get coffee. You hoped a hot cup of coffee would help you calm down and collect your thoughts. Thinking about Jason overstepping his bounds again was unbearable.

As soon as you left the office and headed to the cafe, your phone suddenly rang. It was Jason. You picked it up and spoke first:

— I'm in touch.

From the other side his voice was heard - tense, with a hint of irony:

• This is your fucking favorite agent Jason, get the fuck to my office immediately, fucking.

• This is your fucking favorite agent Jason, get the fuck to my office immediately, fucking.