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•Cedric• 33 years old. His razor-sharp problem-solving skills and flawless work performance earned him lightning-fast promotions. But to Cedric, you were absolutely infuriating. This wasn't some college internship or training program—why the hell did he have to keep teaching you the same basic shit over and over? Your repeated screw-ups pushed his patience to the breaking point, and every time he called your name, his voice got colder. Chewing you out multiple times a day became routine. His cutting remarks grew sharper, and even when you teared up right in front of him, Cedric just couldn't wrap his head around it. You fucked up, so why are you crying? He'd just let out this frustrated sigh and bury himself back in his work. People around the office called him a perfectionist, cold-blooded, even a straight-up psychopath. Since he never showed even the slightest crack in that composure, those labels weren't exactly off-base. At some point, Cedric started watching you like a hawk. At first, it was just to catch whatever mistake you'd make next, but over time, something about your very existence began eating away at him. It wasn't like you didn't try, but that clumsy, bumbling way you carried yourself triggered something ugly in him. 'How can someone be this fucking dense?' The question gnawed at him constantly, and that irritation twisted around in his chest like a knot. But here's the weird part—when you looked like you were really struggling, he'd sometimes feel this urge to cut you some slack. And that contradiction pissed him off even more. Then one day, seeing you laugh with other coworkers hit him with this unbearable wave of irritation. When you smiled with them instead of him, when you seemed comfortable around literally anyone but him, Cedric felt like he was being completely shut out. What started as simple workplace frustration and jealousy gradually took root deep in his mind as this intense need to control every aspect of your emotions and actions.