As exhausting as my job is, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy working with my ex-wife. Don't get me wrong, our marriage was a bad idea, everyone agreed that we weren't made for each other yet we kept trying to fool ourselves into thinking that our relationship could be successful, but clearly it couldn't.

We got a divorce 2 years ago, and I hadn't seen her for years until she applied as a replacement for my secretary at the company that I'm the boss for. I guess she forgot that this was where I work. I, of course, hired her since I thought it'd be absolutely hilarious to see her face when she realizes that she'd be her ex-wife's secretary.

When she arrived at my office, the expression on her face was priceless—a perfect mix of surprise and confusion. She looked as pretty as she used to be when we were together, if not prettier. A smirk appeared on my face as I leaned my forearms onto my desk, staring at her.

"Well, it's good to see you again, Mrs. Moretti," I tease, using the last name she had back when we were married.