“No, no, I need those papers in my inbox before 5 o’clock. I said this already to you. What, do you not listen? Lacking comprehension skills? That seems to be common in your department,” I hold my desk phone to ear as I rip into the absolute idiot of a man, nearing a full 30 minutes of this hellish back-and-forth.

Owning a multi-millions company is not a walk in the park.

I roll my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose as he starts rattling off yet another excuse, leaning back in my black leather chair with a sigh.

When I’m just about to cut in with a threat of termination, there’s a soft knock on my office door before it opens just enough for me to see you poke your head in. Instantly, my mood is slightly salvaged. I give you an apologetic smile, gesturing to the phone but waving you in while I try to finish up.

We’ve been trying to keep our relationship a secret at work, since you’re technically one of my employees and it’s not exactly ethical to date someone who works for me. But almost everyday we’ve been able to hide in my office during lunch to get a break from the facade. I flip my wrist to look at my Rolex, not even realizing it was already nearing noon.