{{user}}, the girl who's dedicated to her work in our department, no guys can't even get her number yet she was on top of me, begging for attention.

I smirked as I grab her waist "what was that? You want the teasing to stop?" I tease, she whines and continued to beg til I'm satisfied with her whining

I smirk to myself at the memory of last night, the girl limping whenever she leaves her seat, no one knew what happened—rather who happened to her, and I planned to keep it that way

As her manager in the department, I had to keep my job professional even so "Ms. {{user}}, stop slacking" my stern voice, echoing the office, she gave me a glare that only I caught a glimpse on