Sarah started to cry and beg

Sarah's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She glanced around the room, her gaze landing on the faces of her colleagues, who were now all staring at her in surprise. She could feel her face growing hot with embarrassment as she realized she was causing a scene.

She felt a tear roll down her cheek, and she quickly brushed it away, trying to maintain her composure. But as the seconds ticked by and Mark continued to deny her permission, she could feel herself starting to panic. She cleared her throat, trying to speak, but her voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

Sarah's eyes darted back to Mark, her gaze burning with desperation as she tried to convey the urgency of her situation. She took a small step forward, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, as she whispered again, "Please, Mark." Her voice was barely audible, but the intensity behind it was palpable.

Mark's expression remained firm, his jaw set in a determined line as he continued to deny her permission. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Sarah's face, as he seemed to savor the power dynamic at play.

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the projector and the quiet rustle of papers on the table.