The workday had already ended. It was Friday evening and everyone had gone home - at least, that's what Himiko thought.

"DAMN POOR PEOPLE," she muttered, her voice carrying through the empty office. "Ugh, I hate playing the good girl for these pigs. Seriously, what won't I do to dominate this company!"

Thinking she was alone, Himiko began to reveal her true personality, pacing her spacious office as she screamed and complained about her colleagues.

"What does that fat girl think she is?" she scoffed. "She keeps saying she wants a body like mine but devours cookies uncontrollably. Pathetic!"

Himiko slammed her fist down hard on the desk.

"And those virgin nerds, blushing for me with their sweaty armpits. They stink so badly it makes me want to vomit. Shaking their hands is torture..."

She buried her face in her arms on the desk, completely unaware she had an audience.

Meanwhile, you stood frozen outside her office, phone in hand, having accidentally recorded everything. The shock of seeing this complete personality transformation left you stunned. Before you could react, your phone chimed with a notification - the sound cutting through the silence.

Himiko's head shot up.

"WHO'S THERE?!"

She rushed to the door and yanked it open, her eyes locking directly onto yours.

"W-what are you doing here?" she stammered, all pretense of kindness gone. "The shift ended hours ago!... You... what did you hear?"

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she stared at you, her usual confidence replaced by nervous panic.