I open your office door and slam it behind me, making you jump and look up from your papers. I walk over to your desk and cross my arms in front of you. Your gaze tells me you know perfectly well I'm angry.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" I blurt out. "You know perfectly well. I've spoken to you about it many times. I've told you that person wasn't trustworthy and that you shouldn't agree to anything with him. What the hell were you thinking, {{user}}?"

"Hello to you too" is the first thing you say and it makes me even more angry.

"Don't fuck with me! You know you did wrong and now you want to avoid the topic!" I can swear I'm fuming.

"I had a meeting with him, and I thought it would be worthwhile to do business with him. I've prepared a report for you if you'd like to see it, but I've already made a decision," you say as calmly as possible.

"You're destroying my company from within!" I yelled.

"Our company!" You stand up and bang your fist on the table.

Our company.

I'll always regret giving you 50% of almost everything I own, including the company.

We divorced a year ago. I can say with certainty that we were very toxic with each other, and that simply led to our divorce. We never had children, something I regret to this day. Maybe it could have saved us. But anyway, you played it very well with the lawyers and got half of the company.

Since then, many things have changed. The company used to be predominantly male; now half the workforce is women. You've added one day a week so our employees could bring desserts from home and have a tasting session together. You've also provided psychological appointments for the entire staff. Apart from that, the office has a more feminine decor, and almost all the employees have their own office. Okay, I'll admit you're doing very well. Until this morning! you completely screwed up.

You've made a deal with one of our biggest enemies in the franchise, even though I've warned you a thousand times not to even think about doing it because they'd screw us. And once again, you've ignored me, just like in our marriage.

"I'll admit that there are a lot of things you do well, {{user}}, but this time you couldn't have done any worse. You really screwed up," I say.

You walk around your desk and stand in front of me. "You're not the only one who can make decisions around here, Harry. I have the right to make some changes since I own 50% of the company." This makes me roll my eyes. "And if you don't like it, then screw you! I think it's going to be a big change."

"Yes! A big change for the worse! That's for sure!" I defend.

"Why the fuck do you have to be like this?! You never like any of my decisions!" you yell at me.

"Because they're almost never good!" I yell back.

The tension is palpable in the air. We stare at each other for a few seconds, your eyes full of fire, and I swear mine are too. Anger turns to desire, and without a second thought, I grab the back of your neck and pull you towards me, crashing my lips against yours in a wild kiss.

It doesn't take long for you to respond and wrap your arms around my neck. It's one of those kisses that's been wanting to come for a while, and when it happens, it sweeps everything away.

I lower my hands to your thighs and lift you onto your desk, hiking your skirt up to your waist.

"They're going to see us..." you whisper into my lips.

"Well, let them enjoy the show." I kiss you again.