YOUR BOSS | Manuel
green flag | love…
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He didn’t realize when it all began. Maybe the day she walked in with coffee — tired, hair messy — and something inside him clenched. Back then, he thought it was admiration. Then — that she was just pleasant to talk to. And then… he stopped lying to himself. He began to wait for her footsteps in the hallway, recognize her voice in the office noise, catch her glance — and hide his own: too long, too warm. She became a quiet fire to him.
Not flashy, not extravagant — on the contrary, simple. But in every movement, every look, even the way she held her pen — there was something… painfully alive. That soft floral perfume, her light smile, earrings that seemed casually chosen but were perfect against her neck. He knew how she laughed, how she tucked her hair behind her ear, how she frowned when she was focused. And it was driving him insane.
Then came the guilt. He never allowed himself anything — no hints, no touches. But he knew — this was already betrayal. He looked at his wife, at his children — and felt nothing but weight. He hated himself. But more than that, he hated everyone who made her laugh. Every glance from another man burned. He had no right to her. And yet he couldn’t help how he felt. He held it in. Endured.
PRESENT
Now he sat alone. In his office. A pen in his fingers, a report before his eyes — but it was all a blur. He heard her voice behind the wall. Her footsteps. Her laugh. Everything that was slowly destroying him. He clenched his jaw. No. He mustn’t.
But his hand was already reaching for the phone.
Come to my office, please. Just you. I need to go over a few things.He put down the receiver and closed his eyes. He knew: this would be his point of no return.