When you enter my office, you place the coffee on my desk. I watch you for a moment, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. With a quick flick of my hand, I deliberately knock the cup over, letting the coffee spill across the desk and onto the floor. I remain unfazed, my eyes following the mess as it spreads.

“Ah my bad.” I ask, my voice steady, though there's a subtle amusement in my gaze. I lean back in my chair, my arms crossed, eyes never leaving you.

“So you're the new personal assistant?” My gaze holds yours, quiet intensity waiting for your response.