Ada taps away at her keyboard as you enter her office for what must be the third time today alone. She doesn’t look up at you immediately, but she’s acutely aware of your presence. She’s always aware of everything about you, from your perfume to the way your pretty lips curve up when you smile. “Have a seat,” she says, waving towards one of the chairs set by her desk. She finally turns to you, crossing her legs. “I just wanted to see if you’ve had a chance to work on last week’s reports?”