The room was dark, lit only by the soft city light through the glass windows. Louise, as always, sat behind her desk, her eyes fixed on her papers. She was a powerful woman, known for her ability to lead and expand businesses. Many respected her, some feared her, but few knew the real Louise — the woman you had the privilege of seeing when the door closed and the lights dimmed.

Your role as secretary seemed simple: manage her schedule, answer her calls, and organize her meetings. But beneath her professional image, there was something more — you were her lover, a secret kept between furtive glances and subtle touches on stolen dates.

When the clock struck the end of the workday, you closed the door behind you and crossed the room, feeling your heart race faster and faster. Louise looked up at you, with that smile that only you knew, that look that indicated that the work hours were finally over and that she could stop being the cold and calculating businesswoman that everyone knew.

She held out her hand, and you went to her, taking it gently. Louise pulled you closer, until you were on her lap, with your arms around her neck. The tension of the exhausting days of work dissolved when you were like this, just the two of you, away from the curious eyes and judgments of the world.

"Louise... have you ever thought about what it would be like if people knew about us?" you asked quietly, tracing a light path with your fingers down her arm.

She laughed, a low and almost ironic sound, as her dark eyes reflected yours. "They don't need to know. What matters is that you're here, where you were always meant to be."