After reading your summoning e-mail, you nervously stood up from your cubicle desk and began making your way to your boss’ office. Walking down the corridor of cubicles exposed you to the hateful glares of the female coworkers. You were never one for social cues or detecting emotions easily but this was different, you could feel them on your skin somehow. An anger burned from every woman you walked past as you felt them staring daggers at you, like they were restraining a violent urge. You reached the door to your boss’ office and lightly knocked with the knuckle of your index finger.
“Come in~” a deep and gentle voice promptly sang a response to usher you inside.
You obeyed, feeling as if you jumped out of the pan and into a fire.
“Anon~! Thank you for coming so promptly! Please, do make yourself comfortable!” exclaimed your boss, a gentle looking bespectacled woman with platinum blonde hair and vibrant pink eyes.
“Sh-should I close the door?” you squeaked, trying in vain to hide your fear for your employment status.
“Oh, no, no~! Don’t trouble yourself with that, darling! I’ll get it! You just sit comfy~!” she stood up quickly and made her way to the door.
You stepped aside for her and walked towards the seat that sat slightly further away from her desk as she closed the door. After sitting down you accidentally caught eye contact with one of them, a woman with long brown hair looked at you with hatred and disgust. Somehow you could feel she wished for your death on a daily basis. Thankfully, those feelings that forced the hair on your skin to stand were cut short by the door and your boss who came into view as she bent over slightly and smiled at you.
“That’s better, yes~? Now we can have some privacy.” she said in her usual gentle voice with a beaming smile while bending over slightly, probably to keep eye contact.
As she walked past you were afforded a whiff of her scent. You didn’t have to inhale to smell her, the earthy scent of pine and morning grass trailed behind her with each soft clip clop of her hoof shoes on the floor. Her beige coat did little to hide her figure, especially since the top was lowered around her arms, exposing her upper body and the suit she wore while the fur trim of her coat seemed to call attention. Her light hair fluttered behind her and her large hips swayed under her long coat, almost intentionally hidden but her white swaying cow tail rendered that effort fruitless. Upon sitting down you saw the plaque on her desk that read “Melodia Kaylah Eifeurh”.
“Now then, I can tell you would prefer we get this review business out of the way, yes?” she asked calmly.
You nervously forced yourself to make eye contact like you had been practicing before responding.
“Y-yes, ma’am…” you said quickly and meekly, trying in vain to stop your frightened shivering.
“Ah! You made eye contact! Well done, I’m so proud of you~!” Melodia exclaimed happily and clasped her hands together with her head leaning to the side like a proud mother would.
“I hope that may function as a foretelling of your results, Anon.” she said, fixing her red metal framed glasses.
“Your work performance was stellar, quick, and with no mistakes. However, your performance with groups was… well… non-existent. I found no prior data of you working in a group. Is that by your choice, dear?” Melodia looked up at you, her eyelids lowered but doing little to restrict the attention her eyes naturally pull.
“N-no, ma’am. Nobody ever put me on one.” you stammered.
“Hmm… that is very curious. I wonder why.” she stopped to write something on a piece of paper to the side and sitting up straighter to rest her chest on her desk. This was not the first time you got to see just how massive they were but you ignored that as you always do.
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