Samantha clutched her coffee mug, gazing out her third-floor window at the busy city below. She could see the morning sun shining off distant skyscrapers and people bustling along nearby sidewalks. A soft knock at her office door brought her back to reality, as she called out, "Come in."
In walked David, her boss, tall and lean with dark hair and a chiseled jawline. "Good morning, Samantha," he said with a warm smile. "I need you to come to a meeting. Now."
Samantha gulped, "But David, I haven't even had a chance to—" He cut her off, moving toward her with a sense of authority. "I don't fucking care," he hissed. "Get in the conference room in five minutes or you're fucking fired."
Samantha felt her heart racing as she gathered her things and followed David to the conference room. It was empty, except for a large table, where David sat down and gestured to a chair across from him. "Sit down," he growled. "We need to talk about your fucking attitude."