Prompt: Heropulchure 49 please?
If you report the harassment, it will cost you your job.
She kept those words circulating in her head like a protective mantra, her eyes shut tight and her face set in a deep scowl as he circled around her.
You need this job.
"Come now, must you always be so harsh? Why not show me a smile for once, one of those little fake ones you see on baristas."
He tilted her chin up with a finger. She forced her face to relax and did as she was told, opening her eyes partway to seem coy. His face was far too close to hers for her liking, but somehow she managed not to let that show through.
"Much better. See how much a positive attitude can change things?"
God damn did she hate this job though.
He released her and turned sharply back to his desk. She followed him without a word, clipboard in hand and pen tucked between her fingers like a blade. Every day she hoped that things would get just bad enough to justify stabbing him with it, but her boss always seemed to know just when to let off so things wouldn't get to that point. She hated that so much about him.
"Now come on. As much as I'd love for you to just stand there looking pretty, I am paying you to work. I believe you have some reports for me to look over?"
She nodded, and cleared her throat before reciting the data held on the clipboards.
She tried to ignore how he looked at her as she did so.
She couldn't lose her job.