Your door was open, so I was able to watch you walk back and forth in your office. A crease marred your perfect forehead and you looked like you were angry. I wanted to kiss your cheek and tell you that it was okay. You talked low, so I couldn't hear what you were saying, but I wished that I knew what brought that look on your unflawed face. This was only my second day here, and even though you were clearly pissed off, I knew that I would love it here. I wasn't one to believe in clich s, but when I first saw you, it was love at first sight. "Damn it " you shouted and threw your phone onto your desk. "Lydia, can you come in here for a moment." I was up to my feet as soon as you called out my name. I was the first one here, other than you, so I knew that I would be able to have you to myself for a little while longer. "How can I be of assistance?" I asked cheerfully. "I'm sorry to spring this up on you on your second day here," picking up a thick packet of documents, he handed them to me. "Some idiot intern dropped this and failed to put it back in order." I looked at the stack of papers and estimated it to be around one hundred pages. "The page numbers are not on them, so I need someone to go through this and put them in order." This type of work I definitely was not expecting to have to do, but I smiled and nodded my head. "Of course, do you need anything else?" he shook his head and picked up his phone again. "That'll take you a good few hours, so please get to it. Charles This is your fault " he shouted once "Charles" answered the phone. I turned around and made my way back to my seat. I took several pages and read them. Every now and then, I look towards his office. He had already shut the door, so I couldn't see or hear him anymore. I was left with my thoughts and they were filled with him. I daydreamed about how it might be for us if we ever got to go on a date and how yummy his lips might taste if we kissed. I was glad that nobody was a mind reader, because they'd definitely think I was crazy. I knew that it was a long shot, but I had to have him. "I will have you one day," I said under my breath once people started to walk in. It might not be today, tomorrow, or next week, but I knew that one day, I'd have my irresistible boss, Steven Gould.
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