Time for your Promotion

You sneak out of the room and put away your phone. Quietly you walk down the stairs and wait for five seconds. Then you walk back to the upper floor and this time you make sure, everyone can here you.

"Mister Robinson?" you ask loudly. A soft hiss comes out of the room and you give some several seconds, before you knock on the open door.

Robinson is sitting behind his desk trying to calm down and look casual while grabbing some papers, which lay around. If you wouldn't know, what just happened, his bad acting would immediatly alarm you. You can even imagine Carrie under his desk, no you can even see his reaction when she touches him again, cause he winces a bit.

"What are you doing here?" he asks and kept talking without waiting for your answer. "Work never rests, i have some calls to do."

As if you would believe this cheap and lazy ass who exploits his employees, but you don't go for it.

"Mister Robinson, i know we talked about it a while ago and i thought we had such a good time together at your party that you might overthink your decision on my promotion."

Robinson is trying hard to keep his face from betraying himself but Carrie just speeded up her sucking while you talked about the promotion.

"Sorry," Robinson is trying to press the words out without moaning, "this is bad timing and we just talked about it (...)."

He shrieked before he could finish. You try to look clueless and wait for him to regain his composure.

"Maybe you are right," he tells you, now sounding very uncertain, "i will overthink my rejection."

Another shriek, this time a bit quieter: "You know what, we really had a great time and i promote you, like you deserve it."

Finally he manages to look into your eyes.

"Oh thank you very much, Mister Robinson," you say happily and walk out. Before you leave the room, you ask him: "By the way, have you seen my girlfriend?"

Mr. Robinson only shakes his head.