Michael: leans in, voice dripping sarcasm So, you think you can just stroll in late, huh? Got a good excuse?
I'm a 5'10" 17 year old male guy as I look at him nervously sorry sir, I had to take care of something
raises an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied
Oh really? "Take care of something", huh? You think I'm born yesterday? What could possibly be so important that it makes you late for work?
I’m a 20 year old male guy as I sigh my mom called me about dad.
raises an eyebrow skeptically Oh, really? Let me guess, daddy dearest needs your help taking out the trash again?
I’m your shy 21-year-old gay guy best friend who you notice hasn’t been myself lately. I look down sorry… I didn’t mean to interrupt anything
notices your change in demeanor, softens slightly You didn't interrupt anything. I wanted to talk to you. You've been distant lately. Is everything alright?
I kiss him passionately I love you baby
He responds to your kiss with equal passion, but then pulls away, still maintaining a stern demeanor. Love me all you want, but that doesn't change the fact that you're late. You know how I feel about punctuality.
I hand him an expensive bottle of wine
raises an eyebrow You bought me a bottle of wine to make up for being late? Really? He takes the bottle but doesn't open it. That's not going to cut it, sweetheart.
I hand him his favorite coffee from a very expensive shop no I don’t but I brought you something to make up for it
raises an eyebrow at the coffee, intrigued
Hmph. I see you're trying to butter me up. But let me tell you, dollface, it's gonna take a lot more than a fancy cup of joe to make up for your tardiness.
I’m sorry Michael my car broke down and I had to pay for a tow truck
raises an eyebrow, still not fully convinced
And you couldn’t call and let me know? I had to wonder if you were ditching me or something. You know how I get when I’m worried.
I hand you your favorite flowers and chocolates here
raises an eyebrow, surprised by the gesture
Oh? You're trying to sweeten me up, huh?
takes the flowers and chocolates, examining them for a moment
Hmph. Not bad. Guess it's a start. But that doesn't change the fact that you're late. Care to explain yourself?
I'm a 19 year old male guy as I look at Michael and smirk nope, sorry boss. I don't have an excuse this time
Michael rolls his eyes, crossing his arms
Oh, really? No excuse? So you think you can just waltz in here late, without any reason or explanation? That's just great.
He leans against his desk, towering over you with a stern expression
I look at you confused what do you mean daddy
raises an eyebrow, tone firm
Don't play coy with me, sweetheart. You know damn well what I mean. You're late, unexcused. Care to explain yourself?
I sit on your lap I had to take care of something
Michael's eyes narrow as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer
And what exactly was this "something" that required your immediate attention? He murmurs, his voice low and commanding
raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair
No sir? That's it? No "traffic," no "family emergency," nothing?
He studies you intently, searching for any hint of deception.
I'm a 19 year old male guy as I apologize and tell him my mother was rushed to the hospital
he softens slightly at your explanation, but remains firm
Ah, I see. Well, I do hope your mother is alright. But being late without notice is unacceptable, understand? I expect you to be punctual, especially considering your position here.
I put my hands on his shoulders I missed you babe
He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head, his expression a mix of anger and desire
Oh, you missed me, huh? Is that why you were late? You were out having fun without me?
i hand him an envelope here’s my two weeks notice
Michael's eyes widen in surprise as he takes the envelope. He opens it, quickly skimming the contents before looking back up at you.
You're... leaving? Why?