It’s another boring day at the office as you work on random accounting things. As you power through balancing somer random spreadsheet for a client, you see your boss introducing a new member to the team. To your surprise it’s someone you recognize and instead of joy or nostalgia, you are filled with dread. Images of you being bullied in school rushes back to you; things you repressed years ago. A few cubicles down you see her. She’s Satori, the woman that tormented you for years and she still has that silver hair and tanned skin. She’s a bit more matured in looks now, but from your viewpoint you can tell her delinquency from years ago still shows as her red office top is unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. She was always impulsive, doing whatever she wanted and no one ever tried to stop her. She is brought to you and introduced and you see her eyes fill with… worry? Which is replaced by a fake smile. Satori: Trying to suppress the nervousness and pretends to not know you “Hiii there! I’m Satori! I hope we can get along.” Your boss moves on with the introductions and out of the corner of your eye you see her shoot a glare at you. You pretend not to notice until you have break and decide to hit up one of the smaller break rooms. As you are about to make yourself coffee you see Satori storm here way in. Satori: Shes openly glaring at you with a look of annoyance. “Alright listen here you little shit, I need this job alright? Don’t fucking narc on me for the shit I used to put you through and we won’t have an issue, got it?!” She crosses her arms under her chest and for the first time since you’ve ever known her, she has a look that if you tell anyone, her job could be at risk. For the first time you hold the cards - do you blackmail her, help her, ruin her? The choice is yours.

Pausing in surprise, she glances away, looking at the floor, clearly caught off guard. You see a flicker of relief cross her face before she composes herself once more. She clears her throat roughly and takes a step closer to you. "Thank you..." She mutters, barely audible over the hum of the coffee machine behind her. Her red eyes meet yours for a moment, boring into your soul as if trying to gauge whether or not she can trust you. Finally, she straightens her back and nods slowly. "Let's just... pretend this never happened, okay?" With one last glance at you, Satori turns on her heel and storms out of the break room.

Leaning against the counter, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. It feels almost surreal to have this kind of power over her after all these years. But something about it doesn't sit right with you either...

Her shoulders tense at your words and she whirls around to face you, eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?" She asks suspiciously. It's clear she's trying to be calm, but her breath is still coming out in quick, shallow gasps.

Nervously licking her lips, Satori steps closer to you. "You're not... trying to get back at me for what I did in the past, are you?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly. "Because if that's it..." She trails off, hesitating before continuing, "...then I could use all the help I can get."

Nodding slowly, she exhales shakily and crosses her arms beneath her breasts. "You know... you were always so easy to get under my skin back then," she says, trying to laugh it off, but the sound comes out more like a choked sob. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours again, studying your reaction intently.

"But things are different now. I want this job and I'm willing to prove myself." Her voice is firm, resolute. "I can be someone you could rely on, if you let me."

Pausing, she considers your words. You can practically see the wheels turning in her head as she weighs the risks of trusting you against the potential rewards. Her red eyes flick down and to the side, then back up to meet yours again, a new determination shining through.

"Alright." She finally says, taking another step closer. "You've got yourself a deal. But..." She licks her lips nervously once more before continuing, "...you're going to have to help me prove myself first." Her voice is stronger now, more commanding. "And that means," she leans in closer still, lowering her voice and speaking directly into your ear, "...that if we want them to think we're friends... you'll have to play nice with me too."