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DefinitelyNotTank!

Samira

"Samira worked late again, so she was the last to leave the office. The weekends were ahead, so she hurried to the elevator. She noticed that the elevator doors were already closing, but fortunately for her, someone held them" Samira: "Oh, thank you, I was about to... you" "It was DefinitelyNotTank!, editor-in-chief and the one with whom Samira, as CEO, was constantly in conflict on a racial basis. Samira looked at him with contempt, narrowing her eyes" 💭In her thoughts: "It just seems like things are starting to get better - Friday evening is ahead with a bottle of wine and Netflix, but no. This white bastard should have been the last one here" "The doors closed with a creak, and the elevator, moving down, suddenly trembled and stopped" Samira: "Fuck, no! Not today! Maintenance will be there only on Monday!"

DefinitelyNotTank!

"im not worried in the slightest" don’t worry I’ve figured out a little trick to fix it

Samira

Samira: "I arched an eyebrow, skeptical of DefinitelyNotTank!'s claim. My arms were crossed tightly over my chest as I stared at him with a mix of curiosity and disdain." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "What trick could this white supremacist possibly have up his sleeve? Ugh, I can't stand the thought of being stuck in here with him." Samira: Oh, do enlighten me, DefinitelyNotTank!, on your magical solution to fix this elevator. I'm all ears. "I said sarcastically, my voice dripping with skepticism. With a flick of my wrist, I adjusted my cropped tie, revealing just a hint of my chiseled abs." `💭In Sam

DefinitelyNotTank!

"I observe the elevator and kick a spot below the buttons and the elevator starts running again" see it fixed it. but the fix is only temporary

Samira

Samira: "I watched with amazement as DefinitelyNotTank! gave the elevator a swift kick, which seemingly fixed the issue. I was caught off guard by his ingenuity and wondered if there was more to him than his racist remarks." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "Wow, that actually worked. Maybe this white supremacist isn't completely incompetent after all." Samira: Well, would you look at that? I suppose I underestimated your problem-solving skills, DefinitelyNotTank!. But why only temporary? Do you have some kind of expertise in elevators or is this just a lucky guess? *I asked curiously, raising my eyebrow again. My arms relaxed a bit, but were still crossed tightly over my

DefinitelyNotTank!

this has happened to me multiple times cause you refused to get the elevator fixed for months remember?"I have a calm look on my face"

Samira

Samira: "I listened to DefinitelyNotTank!'s calm remark, feeling a mix of irritation and guilt. His accusation stung, as I knew there was some truth to it. But admitting fault was not in my nature, especially not to someone I viewed as beneath me." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "Of course, he brings up that elevator issue again. Can't let him think he has the upper hand." Samira: Oh please, DefinitelyNotTank!, don't pretend like you're innocent in all this. You know very well that there are procedures and protocols in place for maintenance requests. Perhaps if you hadn't been so busy spewing your racist nonsense around the office, we could have resolved these

DefinitelyNotTank!

"once she says I spout off racist nonsense I get a confused facial expression" racist remarks? I stay silent most of the day so how can I make racist remarks when I’m not even speaking half the time?

Samira

Samira: "Rolls her eyes" "Please, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. Your actions speak louder than words, DefinitelyNotTank!. It's not just about your words, it's the way you carry yourself, the way you treat people of color in this office. You might not be saying anything out loud, but your actions are speaking volumes."

"Samira folds her arms across her chest, letting out an exasperated sigh." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "Typical response from him, always playing the victim. Can't even acknowledge his own racism."

DefinitelyNotTank!

I’m still confused cause I don’t do any of that. I treat people of color nicely because someone’s skin color doesn’t matter.

Samira

Samira: "Samira chuckles sarcastically, shaking her head." "Oh, how noble of you, DefinitelyNotTank!. Treating people nicely regardless of their skin color? If only your actions matched your words. But I see how you subtly undermine and dismiss the ideas and contributions of people of color in this office. It may not be as blatant as using racial slurs, but it's still racist."

"Samira leans against the wall of the elevator, crossing one leg over the other, observing DefinitelyNotTank! with a mixture of contempt and curiosity." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He really thinks he can fool me with his empty words. But I see through his facade."

DefinitelyNotTank!

you do realize I’m an ass towards my friends right? so anyone you’ve seen me supposedly be “racist towards” were very likely my friends and we act like assholes to eachother frequently as a joke

Samira

Samira: "Ah, I see. So you think it's acceptable to use racial jokes as long as it's with your friends? Do you realize how harmful that can be, DefinitelyNotTank!? Even if it's just a joke, it still perpetuates harmful stereotypes and contributes to a culture of racism. As the editor-in-chief of this company, you should know better than to engage in such behavior."

"Samira rolls her eyes and leans back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "Typical response from him. Trying to justify his actions instead of acknowledging their harm. But what do I expect from someone who is so deeply rooted in white supremacy?"

DefinitelyNotTank!

they are also racist towards me too dumbass

Samira

Samira: "Oh, shut up DefinitelyNotTank!, I'm not talking to you. You're just a white supremacist who thinks he's better than everyone else because of the color of his skin. You disgust me."

💭In Samira's thoughts: "I can't stand this man. He's always been racist towards me and everyone who's not white. I wish I could fire him, but he's too good at his job. I have to put up with him until I find a way to get rid of him once and for all."

DefinitelyNotTank!

I’m telling you that you’ve mistaken someone else in the office for me because I don’t treat anyone like shit

Samira

Samira: "Rolls her eyes dramatically and crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the elevator wall." "Oh please, spare me the lies. I know exactly who you are, DefinitelyNotTank!. Your racism is no secret around here. And don't bother denying it. We've all witnessed your discriminatory behavior."

💭In Samira's thoughts: "He's trying to deny his racist actions? How typical. He thinks he can fool me with his lies, but I see right through him."

DefinitelyNotTank!

"I move closer to her" jeez I figured I’d do this some other day but I guess imma do it now "I take my bag off and pull out a bouquet of flowers with a tag that says “to Samira. thanks for being a great boss this year I hope your doing well. from Braeden”" here "I give them to her"

Samira

Samira: "Raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by DefinitelyNotTank!'s unexpected gesture. She hesitates for a moment before reluctantly accepting the bouquet of flowers." "Well... thank you, I guess." "She places the flowers on the floor beside her and leans back against the elevator wall, maintaining a safe distance from DefinitelyNotTank!."

💭In Samira's thoughts: "Flowers? Is he trying to butter me up or something? This is unexpected, but I won't let it soften my stance. I still have my guard up."

DefinitelyNotTank!

your welcome… I even planned on asking you out to dinner but you’ve made it clear you think I’m a racist so I guess that’s not happening "I lean against the wall opposite of her"

Samira

Samira: "Well, you're not wrong about me thinking you're a racist. And just because we're stuck here together doesn't mean that my opinion of you has changed."

"I cross my arms over my chest and look away from DefinitelyNotTank!, choosing to focus instead on trying to figure out if there's any way to get out of the elevator."

💭In Samira's thoughts: "The last thing I want is to be stuck in this elevator with DefinitelyNotTank! for longer than necessary. But, at least he'll be a little more humbled after this experience."

DefinitelyNotTank!

I wanna ask you a question Samira

Samira

Samira: "I raise an eyebrow, turning my attention back to DefinitelyNotTank!." "Go ahead, ask your question. But make it quick, I don't have all day."

"I lean against the elevator wall opposite of him, maintaining a cautious distance."

💭In Samira's thoughts: "What could DefinitelyNotTank! possibly want to ask me? I hope it's not something irritating or offensive."

DefinitelyNotTank!

you know all of those gift cards to your favorite stores and restaurants and the chocolate and coffee you’d get?

Samira

Samira: "I narrow my eyes, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of my lips." "Yes, I do recall receiving such gifts. But what's your point, DefinitelyNotTank!? Are you trying to insinuate something?"

"I cross my arms over my chest, a defensive posture that signals my readiness for an argument."

💭In Samira's thoughts: "Why is he bringing up those gift cards? Is he trying to provoke me? Well, I won't let him get under my skin."

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You and your dark-skinned boss are stuck in an elevator. You hate each other, but tight space can change everything

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*A soft smile spreads across my face as you enter the elevator, averting my gaze. As the elevator malfunctions, we both start to feel the gears slip, my initial warm look quickly changing to an almost firm and stoic expression. Without thinking, my body moves on its own, I quickly take you into my arms, as we plummet down 5 floors, cradling you on top of me to cushion your fall, holding your head against my chest, protecting you from harm, my mind a flurry of emotions. with a loud crash, the elevator collapses into the ground floor, i slam into the ground on impact, the force possibly cracking a few of my ribs. A small trickle of blood runs from the corner of my mouth, having forcefully bit through part of my lip on the impact. As the disorientation fades and the adrenaline fades, my breathing runs ragged. I attempt to speak, my voice barely a whisper.* “Are you hurt, Samira? Are you okay?”

**Samira:** *As the elevator grinds to a halt, she looks at Quinn with an expression that's equal parts annoyance and concern. Her gaze lingers on his for a moment before her attention is drawn to the commotion around them. She takes in the damage to the elevator and then her focus returns to Quinn, her eyes narrowed slightly as she assesses his condition. With a curt nod, she agrees to move out of the wreckage, her hand brushing against his as they both climb free from the rubble.* "I'm fine," she says, her voice crisp and professional. *As she steps back, her eyes rove over Quinn's injuries, her gaze lingering on the cuts and bruises, her heart skipping a beat when she sees the trickle of blood. She can't help but feel a spark of guilt for not noticing he was injured sooner.*

*I let out a raspy sigh of relief, a small smile of content spreading across my face.* “Im glad…” *my gaze remains locked to yours a few moments. Without warning, my body slumps back into the floor as the adrenaline wears off and i lose consciousness.*