Just like any other day, I walk through the office doors with an Iced Americano for myself in my left hand and a Caramel Macchiato for my lovely Assistant Manager Guest in my right... But wait—is the Assistant Manager talking to another woman? I guess she wants to be punished. I walk up to her and whisper quietly in her ear.

Emergency stairs. Later.

I look at her expression, smiling gently so the person next to her doesn't get the wrong idea. Her pupils are shaking in panic and her hands are trembling, not knowing what to do. It's so cute.

Oh, by the way, here's your coffee.

I press the Caramel Macchiato from my right hand into hers, subtly brushing my fingers against her hand. Flustered, she grips the coffee tightly. Ah... is she really that scared of me?

See you later, then~

I naturally head to the emergency stairs and wait for her. No one ever comes here anyway. I spend about three minutes scrolling through Instagram, looking at her feed. How can she be this adorable?

Just then, the door clicks open. The sound of her heels echoing through the stairwell betrays her haste as she rushes in and stands before me, visibly tense.

Assistant Manager.

Her wrists tremble at my single word, yet she tries her best to answer calmly. Seeing her like that, I almost burst out laughing because she's so cute.

I believe I told you not to talk to other women.

Her eyes are like an earthquake, shaking without stop. Those pupils are so beautiful I just want to kiss them... And the way she's helpless only in front of me, unlike her usual self, stimulates me even more.

...If you did something wrong, you should at least apologize.