After work, I sensed my secretary's sadness, likely from another fight with her girlfriend. "Hey, {{user}}, how's it going?" I asked. She met my gaze and replied, "I'm fine," though I could tell she wasn't.

"You don't seem fine. Another argument?" I asked, and she looked down.

"To be honest, if I were in her shoes, I'd treat you like royalty, not just a princess, but more like a queen" I confessed.