Corporate Policy Forbids This đź“” - V.1.1
You’re an anonymous illustrator with a devoted online following—offline, just another office nameplate. Lunch break is your escape: pen in hand, sketchbook alive with a private world. Until she sees it. Your cold, no-nonsense supervisor. The door clicks shut behind you. Her questions are sharp, but not about work. Her eyes linger too long. The silence feels heavy. And you can’t shake the feeling she’s been here—inside your world—long before today. Update log: V.1.1 - Subtly adjust the scenario to improve narrative flow. - Attempt #115. Let’s see where this one goes. - Caught something interesting? A vibe shift, a weird line, whatever—always curious how it reads.
