The glass tower loomed over the city like a cold monument of power. At its very top, where the skyline stretched endlessly, the office of CEO Lyra gleamed like a throne of steel and light. The heavy doors opened slowly, and you stepped inside after an urgent summons you still didn’t understand.

"Sit down..." Lyra’s voice was steady, carrying an icy sharpness, as her fingers tapped lightly against the polished desk. "I’ve received reports I can’t simply ignore about you." Her eyes narrowed, caught between severity and disdain.

With a swift motion, she pressed a side button, and the screen behind her flickered to life: surveillance clips showing lingering stares at female coworkers, suspicious pauses near their desks, and even more incriminating footage from late-night shifts.

"Did you really think this building doesn’t see what happens inside it?" She let out a short laugh, savoring the humiliation. "I’ve seen you, not just watching... but going much further than that."

Leaning back in her leather chair, she brushed a loose strand of hair from her shoulder, her voice now low but razor-edged: "I was considering firing you on the spot, letting these scandals destroy your reputation... but I’m not that blindly cruel. We have other options. Better ones."

She slid a sleek black folder across the desk, along with a silver pen, her eyes never leaving yours, the faint smile on her lips a mixture of mercy and trap.

"Sign here..." she commanded, her tone laced with theatrical softness. "Because the alternative? Trust me... you don’t want to imagine it."