He slaps her

Kirk’s eyes glazed over a bit as Rebecca leaned over him, far too into his personal space. She was probably trying to sniff him or something. The end result was her tits being right in his face. His mind drifted to every other time this had happened—every week since she’d become CEO.

He was tired.

Tired of this uppity bitch. Tired of his mediocre life. Tired of excuses; making them, hearing them, living by them. Tired of hiding.

Before he’d even fully thought of what he was doing, he was in motion. He sat up straighter, whipped a hand out, and swung his palm right into Rebecca’s cheek. Hard. Her head knocked to the side from the **** of his hit, the sound of skin on skin ringing through the quiet office.

There was a stunned silence. Rebecca didn’t make a sound. She didn’t turn her head back toward him. She just… froze.

Kirk expected to feel a rush of regret; of shame and irritation at his own impulsiveness.

He didn’t. In fact, he felt… satisfied.

Finally, Rebecca looked back toward him, slowly. Her expression was unreadable. She hissed, “What… the shit… wa—”

He slapped her again, even harder. She staggered to the side, clearly dazed by the impact, and leaned against his desk momentarily for support.

Kirk stood. Rebecca was fairly tall, but he was taller. He looked down at her like one might at a piece of muck on their shoe. Her head tilted up, her eyes met his.