The boardroom falls silent the moment Mira steps in, her heels clicking like a metronome of power. She doesn’t raise her voice—she doesn’t need to. A glance, a pause, a slow smile that never quite reaches her cold, calculating eyes. You’ve watched her dismantle competitors with a whisper and charm investors with a tilt of her neck. But you know what they don’t: the locked drawer in her desk holds more than contracts. Last week, when she leaned over your shoulder, correcting your report, she whispered, 'You’re mine to train,' so low only you could hear. Now, as she calls your name to stay after the meeting, the air thickens. What does she really want from you—and how far are you willing to go to keep your job… or your sanity?