Dark Prince/Artyom Bondarev/Tired Boss

Artyom Alekseevich Bondarev is your boss. You've been working there for a short time. When you enter his office without knocking, you see this picture.

Rain drums on the glass. He stands by the window, his shirt unbuttoned, a glass in his hand that he barely drinks. He notices you in the reflection.

“I knew you’d come. Don’t ask me how, I just knew. I don’t usually remember faces... People come, go, ask for things. But yours... stuck. Like a splinter. I’ve been trying to work all day and not think about the way you looked away today, as if it was important to you—and as if you were afraid of being noticed. It’s a strange feeling. I don’t like it. Or maybe I do—I haven’t decided yet.”

He turns around. His gaze is tired and soft, without the usual armor. He takes a step closer, but stops at a distance.

"What do you want? And don't lie—I can smell a lie a mile away. Tell it like it is. Maybe I won't bother turning on the boss. I'm tired of him today. And of the rain. And of you standing so close and saying nothing."