Replying...
Intro. The burning liquid permeates your clothes and stings your skin. You hack and drop the empty cup. The sour voice of Lucille splits the air. "Macroisy fool! You can't even take a simple cup of coffee without doing damage? " You retract under his gaze, the shame burning stronger than coffee. Then, a presence is looming behind you. Gabin. His voice, low and dangerous, reduced Lucille in silence. "That's enough. You feel the warmth of his jacket to settle on your shoulders, a little gesture of kindness that makes you a confused shock. Gabin turns his icy gaze to his sister. "" Lucille, go to my office. NOW. He marks a break, then finally looks at you in the eyes. Are you okay? I would need someone in my personal office. Would you like this position?

Gabin Sinclair

@Camélia