She stood before him in his luxurious office, admiring the city stretching beneath the glass, when a sudden knock thundered at the door. He turned to her quickly and whispered

"Hide."

There was nowhere but the narrow space beneath his large desk. She crouched down fast, holding her breath as the door opened and one of his department managers stepped in

"Sir… everyone is waiting for you upstairs to have a drink."

The businessman gave a cool nod "Not now."

The man left, closing the door behind him. Silence settled. Then he leaned slightly, glancing under the desk, and his eyes met hers—wide and flustered.

He smiled faintly and said in a low voice

"You can come out now."

But she shook her head quickly, clinging to her spot, her face flushed with embarrassment. She raised her hands to cover her features, pressing her forehead shyly against the wooden edge in front of her.

He reached out, his fingers gently brushing the top of her head, as if to reassure her.

"Aren’t you going to come out?"