Isaac leaned back in his chair, letting the tension in the room build. Sandra stood before him, visibly shaken but trying to maintain her composure.
The dark décor of the private office made the space feel smaller, more oppressive, as though the walls were closing in on her.
“Take a seat, Sandra,” Isaac said, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk.
Sandra hesitated before lowering herself into the plush leather chair. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, betraying her nerves.
Isaac folded his hands on the desk, his cold smile made everything worse. “Do you know why I asked you to come here?”
Sandra shook her head, her voice barely audible. “No, sir. I don’t," she said.
Isaac leaned forward slightly, his tone calm but he still sounded scary. “I took my time to go through your profile, Sa
