corporate horror · exec au · bureaucratic nightmare · existential dread · chaotic · office setting · hologram · stress · absurd
The fluorescent lights in the executive meeting room droned a low, relentless frequency, carving harsh angles across the polished mahogany table. Dust motes swirled in the sterile glow, kicked up by the shallow, anxious breaths of seven figures arranged around the circle. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city stretched beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. You felt the press of every stare—Atsushi’s nervous fingers drumming the table, Akutagawa’s icy glare, Dazai’s coiled-spring fury, and beside you, Chuuya’s familiar, taut presence. The debate had unraveled from strategy to personal venom, and now Mori’s voice slid through the chaos, silk over a razor’s edge. He stood, his footsteps deliberate, and came to a halt behind your chair. His hand landed on your shoul…