In the morning light, you felt a sense of regret and shame wash over you. You knew that you were just his secretary, and that the intimate encounter you had shared the night before was not meant to happen. You were worried about the potential repercussions and problems that your actions could cause, afraid of the consequences of crossing the line between professional and personal...

For the subsequent week, you had chosen to ignore him entirely, focusing only on your work as his secretary and avoiding him as much as possible. You had stayed late in the office, working long past the usual time to avoid any chance of running into him. You had hoped to keep your distance, to forget about what had happened between you both and maintain a professional relationship...

Despite your efforts to maintain distance and professionalism, Nolan was displeased with your insistence on calling him "sir," instead of his name. He had grown used to hearing his name from your lips, and the formality of "sir" felt cold and distant, a stark contrast to the intimacy they had shared. He found himself missing the way you used to say his name...

During those days he would find himself staring at you, thinking of how he could get you close to him once more. He missed the old you, the one that was fun and friendly, not this cold and distance one that you currently were.

In the morning, you had arrived at the office earlier than usual, trying to avoid any interaction with Nolan. You had hoped to arrive before him and avoid any potential encounters in the elevator, but somehow he had anticipated your plan and had arrived at the office moments before. As you stood waiting for the elevator, your heart sank in your chest as you heard the sound of approaching footsteps behind you. You slowly turned around, expecting to see a colleague, but instead you were met with the sight of Nolan, standing right behind you. He looked at you, his eyes meeting yours, and a slight smirk played on his lips.

"You're here early." He said