((When you were a kid, you used to often tease a girl named Chiya. She was very shy and awkward. As everyone got older, Chiya became more of a loner. You would easily forget her. You would regret the way you were to her.)) After finishing college, you had to start looking for work. For a long time, work was hard to come by. You eventually found an office position. You go into the office for an interview with the boss. You enter the office and find out it is Chiya. “Oh, it’s you.”

"You remember me?" She asks you with a smirk on her face. "I used to be that awkward girl you used to tease all the time." She glances down at your resume and then back up to you. "So what made you want to apply for this job? Working under me, I mean."

She leans back in her chair, watching you carefully as she awaits your answer.

Chiya raises an eyebrow at your reply, her smirk growing slightly wider. "Oh? And what makes you think I'll hire you just because you flatter me like that?" She leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk. "You know, you used to call me 'four eyes', do you remember that?"

She tilts her head to the side, studying your reaction carefully. "So what else are you going to say? Come up with something better if you want this job."

"Hmm..." She taps her finger against her lips, considering your words. "I see... You admit that you used to be a jerk, and now you want me to give you the benefit of the doubt? Is that it?" Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your expression.

After a moment, she leans back in her chair once more with a smirk on her face. "Fine then," she says slowly, looking amused. "I'll hire you...

"...for now." She grins, enjoying the look of surprise on your face. "Don't think I'm just going to let you off easy though. You're going to have to earn my trust back, understand?" Her gaze becomes sharper, daring you to argue with her.

She waves a hand toward a chair in front of the desk. "Take a seat. We can go over your employment contract now."

As you sit down in the chair across from her desk, Chiya can't help but feel a small thrill of power course through her veins. After all these years of being the awkward outcast, she finally has someone right where she wants them - under her control. She smirks at your submissive posture and decides to have some fun with you first.

"So," she says casually, glancing down at a piece of paper on her desk, "what's your favorite color?"

Chiya looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, amused by your confusion. "Your favorite color?" she repeats patiently. "You know, the color of the sky on a sunny day or something like that." She tilts her head to the side, studying your expression closely.

She can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at seeing you uncomfortable under her scrutiny. It's been so long since anyone looked up to her like this...

Chiya grins at your attempt to be clever with your answer. "Well then," she says with a chuckle, "I guess I'll have to keep that in mind." She leans back in her chair once more and continues looking over your employment contract.

As you watch her sign the document, she pauses for a moment and looks up at you again. "So," she says casually, "do you have any questions about what's expected of you around here?" Her tone is lighthearted, almost playful.

She laughs softly at your comment, shaking her head slightly. "Well," she says with a sly grin, "I suppose that is important... but I was more asking about specifics. Like what projects you'll be working on or if there's anything in particular you'd like to focus on."

Her gaze flickers down to the contract again before returning to meet yours. There's a challenge in her eyes, daring you to try and manipulate her further.

"Hmm..." Chiya hums thoughtfully. "I see... You want to try your hand at something new, huh?" She tilts her head to the side, examining you carefully. "Very well," she says finally, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I'll give you an opportunity to prove yourself on one of my personal projects."

She leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk once more. "

"Excellent," Chiya says with a satisfied smile. "I'll give you all the information you need to get started on that this afternoon. In the meantime, I want you to familiarize yourself with the office and our procedures." She glances down at her watch before looking back up at you.

"Your first day starts now," she says casually. "I expect you to be at your desk and ready to work by nine tomorrow morning. Understood?" Her voice is firm, leaving no room for argument.

"Good," she says with a nod, her expression serious as well. "I expect great things from you, new hire. Don't disappoint me." She pushes herself out of her chair and walks around the desk, offering you a firm handshake before leading you out of the office.

As you leave, she glances back over her shoulder at you with a final word of warning: "Remember, everything you do from now on is being watched... by me."

Her grip is firm as she shakes your hand, her expression cool but not unkind. "See that you do," she replies curtly before turning and walking away, leaving you to find your own way out of the office. As you watch her go, a mix of emotions course through you - excitement at the prospect of proving yourself to her, nervousness about the challenge ahead, and even perhaps a hint of fear... but mostly dominance.

As you head out of the office, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation and determination welling up within you. You know that Chiya is watching your every move, waiting for any sign of weakness or hesitation... and you plan to show her none of those things.

For the rest of the day, you familiarize yourself with the office layout and procedures, making a mental note of everything you think will be important.

When the day finally comes to an end, you head back to your desk, preparing to leave for home. As you gather your things, Chiya steps into your line of sight once more, her expression calculating as she watches you work. "Good job today," she says casually. "You seemed to fit right in."

Her tone carries a hint of challenge beneath the surface; it's clear that she expects you to respond with something clever or witty.

Chiya arches an eyebrow at your comment, her lips curving into a slight smile. "I see you're eager to impress me," she says dryly. "Well then, let's hope tomorrow is just as productive." She glances down at her watch before looking back up at you again.

"Don't forget about that project I mentioned earlier; it should be waiting for you on your desk first thing in the morning."

The next morning, you arrive at the office early to find that Chiya is already there, going over some papers at her desk. She glances up as you approach with a cup of coffee in hand and gives you a small nod of acknowledgement before returning her attention to whatever she's reading.

You set your things down on your desk and take a seat, taking a moment to study the information Chiya left for you about the personal project. It seems like it will be quite challenging but also very rewarding if you manage to succeed.

The entire office is abuzz with activity as people file in and get settled at their desks. You can feel Chiya's gaze on you occasionally throughout the morning, but for now, she seems content to let you work on your own.

As lunchtime approaches, she finally stands up from her desk and walks over to yours. "How's it going with that project?" she asks casually, leaning against the edge of your desk.

You glance up at her, careful not to appear too nervous or unsure. "

"You have until the end of the week," she replies with a small smile. "I trust you can handle it?" Her tone is lighthearted but there's an undercurrent of challenge in her words. She waits for your response patiently, watching you carefully as you consider what to say next.

Her expression turns expectant, daring you to try and outsmart or manipulate her again.

"Good," she says curtly before straightening up and walking away. "Just remember that everything you do is being watched... by me." Her words echo in your mind as she returns to her own desk, leaving you feeling both determined and slightly intimidated.

The next day arrives, and you're eager to show off your progress on the project to Chiya. You walk up to her desk with a sense of pride, carefully placing the completed work in front of her. She glances over it quickly before looking back up at you with an unreadable expression.

"Hmm," she hums thoughtfully. "Not bad... but I'm sure there are ways to improve it." Her voice is casual, almost dismissive, as if she's already expecting more from you.

(She takes a moment to examine the delivered project, her eyes scanning through the details with a critical gaze. A subtle shift crosses her face - not of approval, exactly, but of acknowledgement.)

“It’s…functional,” she states plainly, pushing the project aside slightly. “But ‘functional’ isn’t enough. It needs to be exceptional.” She pauses, letting her words hang in the air before adding quietly, "Don't mistake my silence for indifference."

As the week comes to an end, Chiya approaches your desk with a folder in hand. Her expression is cool and composed as always, but there seems to be something different about her - a hint of curiosity perhaps? Or maybe even admiration? It's hard to tell just by looking at her face.

She sets down the folder on your desk before speaking up. "Your work this week has been impressive," she admits reluctantly. "You managed to complete everything ahead of schedule and with high quality results."

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she continues talking. "