Tristan gets called into Tanja's office

"Hey Tristan, Tanja wants to see you. Like, right now, she told me", Claire approached him. Claire was one of Tanja's secretaries. A petite girl in her mid to late 20s. Tristan scanned her. Knee-long skirt, 3 inch Mary-Janes and a blouse. "Earth to Tristan. Go! Tanja isn't up for games today", Claire tried to snap Tristan back into the situation. "Right, coming", Tristan smirked. "Perv", mumbled Claire. Tanja's office was as cold and depressing as a strict modern professionals wet dream of an office could be. It was quite large, soundproof and the glas door was built out of a one sided mirror, perfect for a control freak such as Tanja. Before Tristan could knock he could here her say "come in".
Tristan went in and there she was, Tanja. Sitting in her chair. "Tristan have a quick seat please", Tanja ordered. "You see I've gotten some complains about you staring at my girls instead of working, is that correct?", Tanja questioned while crossing her legs. Tanja was wearing her red bottoms today. Tristan had a hard time not looking. "Well.. you see..", he mumbled. "For God's sake I know they are pretty to look at", Tanja interrupted. Tristan thought she meant the shoes he tried to look at but Tanja meant the girls of course. "Try to be a little more focused and don't distract my girls with your creepy stare, you got it?", Tanja asked. "Yes Madam", Tristan answered.
"Well, so you can learn from your screw up", Tanja weathered. She slipped out of her heels and threw them under the table. "You gotta clean, and polish these, spotless! I am off having an emergency Yoga session before presenting the numbers to the chairman", Tanja explained. "You are not leaving before I give you permission", Tanja said while leaving her office. The door lock clicked.