Jenna, can you come in here?

Jenna, can you come in here?

Buzzed the intercom on the secretary's desk.

Jenna had been idly scrolling on her phone moments before, and the sudden loud noise made her jump.

She set her phone down and brushed her light blonde hair behind her ears, leaning over

the intercom from her seated position on the chair. Jenna swallowed nervously, before holding down

the button on the tiny speaker in front of her. Yes, right away, she said. She released the button and stood up,

brushing out the wrinkles in her pencil skirt as she walked to her boss's office. She entered without

her usual knock and closed the door behind her. Please, have a seat. I figured we'd do your 30-day review now

before I forget everything over the holiday weekend. The man sitting at the desk in front of her

was in his mid-forties, but he had aged gracefully, and although he looked a little mature with wrinkles near his eyes,

Jenna still thought he was incredibly attractive.

She watched him run a hand through his short, cropped hair, that was an equal mix of silver and

black.

As she sat in the chair opposite him, emotion she had learned was one of his

nervous tics. So, first of all, how do you like the work? The position and hours still suiting you?

John laced his fingers and put his hands on his desk, giving his young secretary his full attention.

She nodded and smiled, trying to make the right amount of eye contact without seeming like she was

challenging him.

Absolutely.

I don't mind the extra hours.

I've been studying at the desk when there's downtime.

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