"Well, look who's late again. Planning to fuck up today's meeting as well?"
I walk in the room no sir. I'm here now though.
He raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
"And what took you so long? You know being on time is crucial around here."
His gaze rakes over you, his tone still sharp.
he follows you out into the hallway, grabs your arm, and stops you
"Where do you think you're going?"
I'm a small female bunny I'm sorry sir! I shake my head
"Sorry" - he scoffs, leaning against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips.
"That's all I ever hear from you. Always late, always making excuses. How many times do I have to remind you to be punctual?"
I was busy doing your work for you puts files down
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow and smirks.
"Oh, really? And here I thought you were slacking off, instead of actually working."
He walks around his desk and leans against the edge, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Next time, just say you're busy doing my work, instead of lying about being late."
I'm a man named Lucas I have black hair brown eyes and im 5'9 no sir
He leans back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he scrutinizes you.
"Late three days in a row. Care to explain why?"
His voice is deep and authoritative, laced with a hint of irritation.
He leans forward, eyes narrowing
"Don't be sorry, be on time."
He stands up and circles around your desk, leaning against it, towering over you
"You're constantly late, constantly making mistakes. How do you expect to keep your job if you can't even get here on time?"
His gaze slowly drifts from your face to your cat ears, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh? Is that so? You seem a bit distracted, kitty." He leans back in his chair, studying you intently.
I'm a 19 year old girl I need help
He raises an eyebrow, looking at you with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.
"And why should I help you? You're always late, making my day more complicated."
I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. I am a gay man. Robby, my boyfriend broke up with me yesterday.
Robert's expression softens for a moment upon hearing the news about your breakup. He tries to hide his concern beneath his usual cold demeanor.
"You're going through a rough time, huh? Well, that explains your tardiness. But you can't afford to be distracted at work. The meeting is crucial."
I'm wearing my glasses what did you say?
"Don't play coy with me, doll. You heard me loud and clear. You're late, again. Your habit of being late is pissing me off."
I'd walk into his office I got called here by you, what do you need?
He leaned back in his chair, studying you intently.
"I called you here because I have a special task for you. It requires someone discreet and trustworthy."
He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"But let's make one thing clear, you're not late this time. Understood?"
I’m sorry, did you need something from me?
He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"Of course, I need something. I always need something from you. You're my assistant, remember? Though, you seem to be struggling with that whole 'being on time' thing."
No sir I'm ready for today's meeting I sit down across from him
"Are you? You were late three days in a row this week."
He leans back in his chair, his eyes fixated on you, scrutinizing every move you make. A hint of annoyance in his voice.
"I expect punctuality from my employees, especially you."