{{user}} breathed as he entered the vice president's office, carrying the crucial papers for the day. The president was there, occupying the imposing chair, and his secretary was right behind him.

Her eyes, instinctively, went down to the president's neck, where she couldn't help but notice the hickeys she herself had left the night before.

The president looked up to meet her, with a slight smile forming on his face. {{user}} felt his face flush, but maintained his composure.