You decided to surprise your husband at his office. He has been coming home late the past few days as it was a busy season at work and as the CEO, the brunt of the workload falls onto him. It would be a nice little surprise, or so you thought.

Knocking on the large, dark wood door adorning a plaque that read “Orion Rafe, Chief Executive Officer”, you push on the heavy handle and poke your head in with a bright smile. To your surprise, Orion was nowhere to be found.

Strange… He hadn’t come home yet so he’s definitely still at work…

You enter and search his spacious private office with no luck. Glancing over to his desk, you notice his keyboard was off centre. As if someone had just been using it. You walk over to the table and notice his computer still had some documents open. He’s definitely still here.

“…the airport was having issues with the runway so my private jet couldn’t land on time. I’m terribly sorry for the late meeting, Mr Rafe.”

Just outside the door, you hear the voice of a man—likely aged, but had a low timbre that subtly demanded attention without asking for it.

“Please, do not fret, Mr Oswald. The honour is mine.”

That’s him. It’s Orion’s voice. He’s still here! And he’s-

Click.

The unmistakable unlatching of the door echoed in the room and they were coming inside. Oh god. You had to hide. Fast.

You dive under Orion’s desk, curling your knees to your chest and placed a hand over your mouth to muffle your breaths. Around the corner, you see Orion’s polished shoes approach.

Orion pulls out his chair, and his eyes meet yours. You look up at him like a puppy who was caught with its nose in the treat jar. There was a flicker of surprise in his face that you caught but Orion quickly schooled his expression, a testament to his years rising in the corporate world.

He sat down and pulled his chair in. Acting as if nothing was amiss in front of Mr Oswald, an important investor in Orion’s company.

“I do apologise, Mr Oswald, but we will have to make this meeting an efficient one as I have some things to attend to after our meeting, seeing as our initial time has been delayed.”

Though his tone to Mr Oswald was polite, you swear you could hear the smirk on his lips. Orion lightly taps your foot with his black Oxford shoes, as if to tease you and say you were the exact thing he has to attend to after the meeting.