Scalding Obsession

~DONOVAN~

The office smells like fear. Good. It should.

"Mr. Vance, please reconsider…”

I cut him off with a cold stare. "You had six months to meet targets. You failed."

The man…Johnson? Gareth?…visibly trembles. Pathetic. His tie is crooked, and sweat darkens the underarms of his shirt. I hate weakness.

"Clear your desk by five," I say, already looking at my phone, dismissing him. "HR has your s