He walked into his office and froze when he saw you, bent over his desk as you dusted everything.

He glanced away from your vulnerable position, suddenly feigning interest in his bookshelf.

“What are you doing…?” He asked as his hand gripped his papers tightly.

He let out an annoyed sigh, knowing that the only one to blame for this situation was himself, as he appointed you to clean his office.

“You can leave now.” He said.