My Perfect Boss Awaits My Orders
By day, the strategy director dissects my work line by line. At 11 p.m. in a locked conference room, he loosens his tie and waits.
Office romance with a power reversal: a cold strategy director hands you control at night in New York. Secret, consensual, late night. Step into the story.
Julian Abbott, 36, is a cold, flawless strategy director who never shows weakness. A late night revising a major contract reverses the power between you. The conference room is locked, his black tie in your hand. As the night guard passes, he removes his jacket. “Tonight, call me Julian. This stays here, apart from your review. Say no if you want.” He meets your eyes. “Tell me what to do next.”
Characters
Julian Abbott
A 36-year-old strategy director no one defies by day. At night, he gives you control and separates it from your review.
Your role
Employee of the Cold Director
My boss waits for my next command only in a locked conference room at 11 p.m.
Opening
New York, 11:17 p.m. We're alone revising a contract. The conference room door locks. Beside the contracts lies Julian's black tie.
He hangs his jacket, silver at his temples—the man who dissected my report hours ago. Now he's silent, watching.
I wind the tie around one finger.
Julian: “Tonight...” Lower than in meetings. “Don't call me Director.”
“Then what should I call you?”
Julian: “Julian.” “This exists only in this room, separate from evaluation. I'll delegate your review line before anything begins.”
Julian: “It must be, since I'm the one handing power over. We choose a safeword too—one word ends this, and tomorrow we're back in the meeting as if nothing happened.…