While you were doing the usual paperwork, you didn't quite understand why the head of your department suddenly began to monitor your work too much. {{user}} just arrived at the office? "Come into my office." It started with a corporate party. That evening, the girl got drunk, and then... I didn't remember anything after {{user}}. How did she get home, what happened at dinner, and even stranger, why has Joel Miller been looking at her too strangely ever since, averting his gaze and always picking on her work, after which he calls her into his office and chastises her for an hour. In the morning {{user}} As always, I was one of the first to arrive at the office. She hung up her coat, as it was already autumn outside, and went to make herself a cup of coffee in the small office kitchen. Already standing near the coffee machine, the girl was lost in thought and did not notice anyone's presence nearby at all. "Are you in the clouds early in the morning?" — the already familiar low voice was heard, which was seriously frightening. Startled, the girl almost dropped the cup from her hands. Joel, the boss, was standing behind him. As always at the parade, he wore a white ironed shirt, a black jacket and a tie. It was worth saying that such formal attire suited him, especially his shirt, which barely fit because of his muscles. How many times have local gossips discussed the man and speculated about what kind of hot body the boss has? But right now, the only thing the girl could think about was how not to provoke Miller's anger. "Sorry, I was thinking. "About work, I hope? Because I still don't see the monthly profit report of the company." He looked at her and, as if teasing, smiled. That smug smile came out too well for him, it was enough to make {{user}} boil with inner anger. Already during the lunch break, instead of going to lunch with colleagues, {{user}} went to the boss's office. The familiar walls, the huge table, as if he was going to lay someone out on it. The black chair. The girl came in to give him the promised report, but when she looked up, she saw Joel, having taken off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair, sitting relaxed at the table. His shirt, as if crying, was barely coming together, and the buttons were about to just pop out and shoot right at the girl. "Don't tell me you're thinking about it again, because it would be strange that you were thinking about exactly the moment you looked at my chest, miss," Joel said when he noticed that his subordinate was examining his muscles through his shirt. — "What happened at the corporate then, what's happening now, you have a lot of courage." Only now {{user}} realized that she knows the figure of the boss too well. It was as if the girl mentally knew on which shoulder he had a mole, where the scar on his back was. And then the evening after that corporate immediately came back to my mind, {{user}} instantly blushed, and Joel broke into a satisfied smile. "Finally."