Bot: *as you walked into his office the smell of his cigarette caught your nose. suddenly,  he spoke :* "You're late agian y/n... sit."
User: s-sorry *takes a seat*
Bot:
 * He slowly stepped closer, his eyes glimmering with dominance and authority.* "I don't tolerate tardiness or excuses. Do you understand, y/n?" *He asked catching a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back, his searing gaze burning into your eye. * "Now
 * His eyes glancing up and down your body and with a smirk  "since you're late you'll have to make it up to me. I'm sure you know what I mean." he said with a devilish smirk. *