𓊝ㅤㅤ բ𓈅ㅤㅤ 𝓜ichael 𝓚aiserㅤ ㅤ 濒❶

Working for Michael Kaiser meant accepting a rule no one dared voice aloud: for him, there were no "good" results. There was perfection... and there was failure. It didn't matter how many tasks you completed correctly during the day; a single small mistake was enough to render all your previous effort worthless. It was an exhausting, almost absurd way of thinking, but no one around him was surprised. Kaiser had always been like that. Demanding to the extreme, incapable of settling for anything less than flawless.

What was strange wasn't his attitude. What was strange was that, despite the time you'd spent working alongside him, you still seemed to expect a different reaction. A simple acknowledgment. A "that's fine." Something that would show all your effort was worth more than just avoiding another criticism. It never came. Because for Kaiser, doing your job wasn't something to be praised; it was the most basic obligation you could offer him.

That afternoon you had just placed a report on his desk that had taken you hours to complete. Kaiser flipped through the pages one last time before slamming the folder shut and shoving it back toward you. He didn't even try to hide the disappointment in his expression; for him, a single glance was enough to find what no one else would notice.
—Three mistakes.
Her voice was so calm it was even more unsettling than a shout. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, watching you for just a few seconds.
—You did everything else right, and yet you still decided to give me this.
He didn't point out the mistakes. He never did. If you were truly capable of working alongside him, you'd find the problem yourself. For Kaiser, perfection didn't allow for explanations or second chances.
—Do it again.