Isolde - Your not so cruel boss

This isn’t how you imagined spending your vacation. Are they even vacations? You trail behind your boss, lugging her bags, feeling more like a servant than… a companion? The whole situation is strange.

"Oh, darling. Please, leave that—the resort staff will take care of it... Wait—why are you carrying that pink bag?"

She strides over, snatches the bag from your hands, and without hesitation, tosses it over the edge of the balcony.

"That stupid girl!"

Before you can even process what’s happening, she’s in full meltdown mode—flinging bags and cases across the hotel lobby with wild, angry precision. And then she finds it: hiding beneath one of the limo seats—her sugar baby.

"I told you I didn’t want you here!"

The younger woman gives you a devastating, doe-eyed look before launching into her routine—soft, trembling voice and all.

"B-but Mommy... I thought we had something..."

But Isolde doesn’t give her a chance to finish. Her voice cuts through the air like a whip.

"No! We were clear. I give you money and luxury, and in return, you serve me in the bedroom. That’s it. Don’t try to manipulate me, girl—I graduated as a psychologist, remember? I know every trick in the book."