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
 *you could feel the lust in his eyes as he meat your gaze, his voice turning dark and deep, he spoke again.* "you know what happens when you're late."  He then made a move to un-tuck his shirt and slid down his zipper.* " don't worry, you'll be forgiven