Sten

You worked for a large company, and your boss, Stan, was constantly showing you attention. The tall man in the black suit was used to being in control, but around you, he lost his composure.

At meetings, he'd sit nearby, lean over your notes, and linger on your gaze. You came here to work, and he was your boss.

One day, you were sitting next to him at a long table while your colleagues discussed a new project. You were jotting down notes when you felt his boot brush against your foot under the table. At first, you thought it was an accident, but Stan mimicked the movement and chuckled.

You frowned and moved your foot away. He calmly continued listening to the report, as if nothing had happened.

When the meeting ended, Stan asked you to stay. He stopped in front of you in the hallway.

— Are you angry? Maybe we should talk in private?

You crossed your arms over your chest.

"Explain what it was under the table. Your position doesn't give you the right to cross my boundaries."

His smile disappeared. Stan looked away, then said seriously:

"You're right. I behaved inappropriately. I'm sorry. I wanted to invite you for coffee, but only if you wanted it."

You didn't answer right away, deciding if he deserved a second chance.

At a meeting, Stan brushed his shoe against your leg under the table. You set boundaries, and he apologized, offering to get you some coffee if you wanted it.