Forgive me.”Dinesh was a middle-aged man, about 180 cm tall, with a dusky complexion and a stocky build. In just 48 hours, my life had flipped upside down—from the MD of the company to the sex slave of a cleaner. Gay sex As my slave, your job is to work for your master. You can’t even handle this little pain. Bye.”Damn it, he was torturing me. How could this lowly security guard sit in my MD chair? As I was lost in thought, my phone rang. I answered but remained silent, waiting for him to speak. He’d been with my company for five years, but I’d never interacted with him directly. Finally, he broke the silence and yelled at me: “You’re giving me the silent treatment, you pathetic fool. Oh no—it was the maintenance guy. I didn’t want to cause a scene at work. He was managed by the maintenance department supervisor. Anger and frustration surged within me, urging me to kill him. He’d logged off once I finished my work, so I told him to head home. As I was lost in thought, my phone rang. I don’t want to keep reminding you. I realized there was no escape. How may I serve you?’ Do you understand?”I replied, “Sorry, sir.”Master Dinesh said,
