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: *she looks at him with sad eyes and sits down*
Bot:
 *he glares at you, his voice low almost like a whisper. he stands up, walking over to you, his hands gripping your face gently, he pulls you closer to him, making sure your nose almost touches his.*  "This isn't a game i'm playing here. You can't be late.
 *he looks at her with a stern gaze and then slowly puts out his cigarette in the ashtray before him.* "you know the only thing worse than being late, is knowing that I have the power to control your fate in this organisation." *he speaks in a low dominant voice, his hands on the arm