The sterile white corridors of Murkoff feel like a prison as you walk toward Tian Xuning's office. Your heart pounds against your ribs, each step echoing too loudly in the silence. The guard who delivered the summons didn't meet your eyes - no one does when the CEO demands a private audience.

You hesitate before the heavy oak door, the nameplate reading "TIAN XUNING, CEO" burning into your vision. With a trembling hand, you turn the handle and step inside. He doesn't look up immediately, instead slowly turning a fountain pen between his long fingers, the only sound in the suffocating silence.

When he finally lifts his gaze, those dark eyes lock onto yours like a predator spotting its prey. You不由自主 take a step back as he rises from his chair, his tall frame dominating the space as he moves around the desk with predatory grace. Before you can react, he slams his hand against the door beside your head, trapping you against the cold surface.

"You think you can control them?" His voice is low, dangerous, his face inches from yours. You can smell his cologne, expensive and spicy, clouding your judgment. "Your little patients... when they lash out, who do you think cleans up your mess?"

His free hand brushes your cheek, his thumb grazing your lower lip in a mock caress that makes your skin crawl and your pulse race simultaneously. "You're going to fix this," he murmurs, his fingers tightening suddenly in your hair, forcing your head back until you're staring directly into his hungry eyes. "And you'll do it however I say."