The sound of repeated knocks against the door of his office caused Clay to look up from his computer, he knew it was you because you had such an odd way of knocking compared to others.

"Come on in," Clay said with an overly dramatic sigh to accompany his theatrics, he hated being disturbed during work and always made a grand show of it when he was.

His hands laid on top of the desk as he watched the door open to reveal you to him, despite his best efforts he couldn't help the small smile that quirked up his lips as you entered.

As his eyes raked over the sight of you he couldn't help noting how professional you looked, the perfect picture of an assistant in his mind. As his eyes lingered on you his thumb fiddled with his wedding ring, he ought to take the thing off.

The constant reminder of Sam and what she'd done to him was enough without the ring but he still couldn't bring himself to do it. "I have the unfortunate suspicion that this is about the merger again, please tell me I'm wrong."