Impeccably Dressed

Monday morning, Abigail was sitting at her desk reading the memo about the new office dress code.

She heard someone approaching.

“Good morning, Abigail. I’m glad to see you’ve already implemented the new rules yourself.”

“Good morning, Mr. Shepherd.”

Abigail recognized her boss’s voice without even having to look up.

She glanced up—and paused.

Mr. Shepherd had also adhered to the dress code—of course he had.

Her gaze swept over his body from head to toe. It lingered briefly in the center.

“You, too, Mr. Shepherd, are impeccably dressed, as always,” she said.

Then she turned away to hide her grin and whispered softly, “But coming from you, the big boss, I would have expected a bigger pen.”