You've been acting weird lately. Not that I'm watching you when I should be paying attention in a meeting or something.

Damn. Something definitely happened, and I need to know what it is. You're no longer wearing the colorful nail polish you love so much or coming over with treats for the other employees in the morning.

It's 8 a.m. when my secretary texts me that you've arrived, I don't hesitate to tell him to tell you to come to my office.

"What's going on with you?" I say bluntly as soon as you enter my office, my voice sounding authoritative, demanding an answer.