Your secretary comes calling.

There’s a soft knock at your office door. At first you think maybe it’s Doe, come to make amends, but you dismiss the idea almost as soon as it occurs to you; Doe will be back, but not just yet.

“It’s open,” you say. There’s a lot of work on your desk, and you can’t be bothered to worry about who it is. Fucking is all well and good, but the job goes on.

The door opens to admit Ashley Sloan, your secretary. She’s a small woman, only five feet tall and with the slender body of teenager. Her red hair is in a pageboy cut that’s very sexy when taken in concert with her clear green eyes and pale, almost luminous, complexion. She enters hesitantly. Reflexively, you think she looks smashing in her short gray skirt and blouse. “Sir?” Ashley inquires.

“Yes?”

“I didn’t see you come in, sir. You must have gotten here before me this morning.”

“Must have,” you reply. “Can I help you with something, Ashley?”

“Well, I just saw Doe…from Accounting? I just saw her leave your office. She seemed upset, and I didn’t know if you were actually here.”