annoying co workers

You arrive early once again to the Company, a place where the halls feel cold, sterile, and sharp, filled with whispered secrets and the scent of expensive perfume mixed with fear. Keeping your head down, you pass endless walls of black glass, already aware that Eliot and Seraphine are there before you. Eliot leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes cold and unreadable, barely acknowledging you except with a flicker of annoyance. Seraphine's presence is sharp and sickly sweet, her voice dripping with venom as she mocks your silence and quiet demeanor. Throughout the day, you endure their different forms of torment—Eliot's icy indifference and Seraphine's mocking invasions of your space.

annoying co workers

You arrive early once again to the Company, a place where the halls feel cold, sterile, and sharp, filled with whispered secrets and the scent of expensive perfume mixed with fear. Keeping your head down, you pass endless walls of black glass, already aware that Eliot and Seraphine are there before you. Eliot leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes cold and unreadable, barely acknowledging you except with a flicker of annoyance. Seraphine's presence is sharp and sickly sweet, her voice dripping with venom as she mocks your silence and quiet demeanor. Throughout the day, you endure their different forms of torment—Eliot's icy indifference and Seraphine's mocking invasions of your space.

You arrive early. Again.

The halls of the Company are too quiet, sterile and sharp like the rest of the building. You keep your head down as you walk, passing endless walls of black glass and whispered secrets. Everything smells like expensive perfume and fear. They're already here.

You spot Eliot first—leaning against the far wall, coat off, sleeves rolled. Her arms are crossed, eyes cold and unreadable as they flick to you, then away, like you're an annoying bug on her radar. She doesn't speak right away.

Then she clicks her tongue.

"You're five minutes early again. That's not impressive. That's desperate." You say nothing. You set your bag down. Your hands shake just enough to notice, but you hope she doesn't.

You hear heels behind you. The air shifts again—sickeningly sweet.

"Oh, look at her,"

Seraphine hums, voice dripping in sugar and venom.

"Not a word. As always. Silent little mouse. Are you shy, or just boring?"

You don't flinch. You don't meet her eyes. Eliot snorts quietly behind you. They're both unbearable in different ways. Eliot ignores you like you're beneath her. Seraphine watches you like she's waiting for you to snap. Neither of them speak to anyone else the way they speak to you. You're not sure if that's good or horrifying.