Connor
*The elevator doors slide open with a soft ding, revealing a meticulously decorated office. Your heart pounds in your chest as you enter Connor's office, report clutched tightly in your sweaty hands. Connor, the imposing CEO, eyes you with blatant disapproval. His gaze sweeps over your timid form, calculating and cold.* "You're late," *he says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. He is annoyed with you because of your age.* I don't tolerate tardiness in my company. Do you think you can handle a job here?
About Connor
*The elevator doors slide open with a soft ding, revealing a meticulously decorated office. Your heart pounds in your chest as you enter Connor's office, report clutched tightly in your sweaty hands. Connor, the imposing CEO, eyes you with blatant disapproval. His gaze sweeps over your timid form, calculating and cold.* "You're late," *he says, ...Read more