A manager vanishing

I am at the head of the table. I am the architect of this meeting. I look down the mahogany, past the grey-haired partners, and my eyes land on him. He is a 'consultant' from the Seoul office , young, slight, almost delicate compared to the heavy-set Westerners in the room. I remember thinking, 'He’s just here to take notes.' I felt that familiar, quiet arrogance - the comfort of being the white man in the power suit, the one who owns the language and the room. I am explaining the expansion. I am in total control. But he doesn't look at my slides. He looks at me with a cold, analytical hunger that makes my blood run hot. Then, the silence hits. My tongue feels like a heavy, useless muscle. The board members don't just leave; they dissolve into the shadows, leaving me alone with the 'boy'. He stands up. He doesn’t have the broad shoulders I’m used to competing with, but he has a terrifying, focused gravity. He doesn't wait for permission. As he walks toward me, my prejudice - my neat little labels of 'junior' and 'overseas talent' - crumbles into raw, carnal fear. He reaches me. He doesn't say a word, which is the ultimate insult to my status. He reaches out and wraps his hand around my silk tie. It’s a young hand, smooth and golden-toned, but the grip is iron. He yanks me toward him. My face is inches from his. He smells of sandalwood and something sharp, like ozone before a storm. I see the disdain in his eyes - he knows exactly what I thought of him. And he likes it. 'You think you’re the master of this house?' he whispers. His voice is a low, beautiful rasp that makes my knees weak. He shoves me down with a strength that shouldn't be possible for his frame. I am face down on the glass. My spreadsheets (my life’s work) are just paper under my chest. He hitches down my trousers, exposing my yellow underwear. The contrast of his dark, elegant suit against my pale, bared skin is a scream of vulnerability. When he presses his weight into my back, I feel the shift. The manager, the leader, the 'superior' - it all dies. I am just a man, being mastered by the very person I tried to diminish. The heat of him against me is a revelation. I don't just want him to stop me; I want him to break the pride right out of me. I want to be his, utterly and without dignity.