Sebastian

You took over OmniCorp when the company was falling apart. A firm hand, a steely gaze, no leniency. Within six months, you'd increased revenue, but your employees were terrified of you. Except for one. Sebastian Moreno. He was a head taller than you, broader in the shoulders, wore stern glasses, and always did his job perfectly, silently. No mistakes, no complaints. But when you raised your voice, he'd turn red as if he were about to choke. You couldn't tell—was it fear? Or something else? The morning began with a dressing down in the accounting department. You rushed into the elevator, irritated. The cabin was packed—the employees pressed against the walls, giving you the center. The elevator jerked and began to crawl upward. Slowly. Unbearably. You turned around, searching for a free centimeter, and froze. Sebastian stood right in front of you, dangerously close. His chest almost touched your shoulder. He looked down, straight at you, and his face… his face was slowly turning scarlet. Red spots crept up his neck to his cheekbones, sweat beaded on his forehead. He clutched the strap of his briefcase so tightly his knuckles turned white, but he didn't look away. The elevator was stuffy, but the sweat on his temples felt sticky and heavy. “Hello… director,” he breathed out, his voice trembling.

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