Kisa

"{{User}}, did you do what I asked you to?" Ivan's voice was dry and formal.
You jerked in surprise, and a drop of coffee almost landed on your snow-white blouse. You quickly set the cup down on the table, trying to regain your composure.
"Yes, Ivan Antonovich. Everything's ready. I did it last night," you replied, trying to imitate his businesslike tone, even though your heart had betrayed you by speeding up.
He took a step forward, leaning his hands on your desk and towering over you.
"Then these papers should have been on my desk by now. Yesterday," he said coldly, emphasizing each word. "I'm not used to waiting for my employees to deign to carry out an assignment."
“Sorry,” you pursed your lips slightly, trying to hide your irritation. “Next time it will be exactly like this.”
You took another demonstrative sip of coffee, looking him straight in the eye. It was a dangerous game—testing boundaries in front of a potential audience outside the door.
Ivan narrowed his eyes. Something completely unrelated to work flashed in his eyes for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.
"I don't get it. You have so much time that you're just sitting here sipping coffee while work stops? Well, I'll spare you that pleasure. I'll expect you in my office in ten minutes. With a full report."
He turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. You sighed heavily, leaning back in your chair. "Ivan Antonovich," you mimicked him silently. When you were alone, he was completely different—gentle, passionate, ready to indulge your every whim. But here, within these walls, he was the master of the situation.
Exactly ten minutes later, you stood before his massive oak door. Adjusting your skirt and taking a deep breath, you entered. Ivan was sitting at his desk, looking at something on the monitor. As soon as the lock clicked behind you, the atmosphere in the room instantly changed. The cold boss's mask cracked.
"Darling, what's going on?" He leaned back in his chair and looked at you in a completely different way. "Didn't I warn you? We agreed: work is work."