Class interference

It wasn't easy, but somehow Angela made it past the hurtful tears following the humiliation she faced at his office.

Typing on her keyboard, she paid attention to work and vowed never to be carried off by any male with a caution label.

Had he not warned her he wasn't one to engage in intercompany romance? Yet, a minute of teasing was all it took to get her resolve to dissolve.

Picking a tissue from her desk, she wiped away her tears. Still, it streaked, coating her face with the mascara shade she applied before reporting to duty.

A knock at her door didn't allow her much time to arrange herself and to appear as if her heart weren't bleeding.

The CEO once again came striding into her post.

“Angela, I have a new document you need to review. Please analyze all dots and lines. The success of the deal depends on the clarity we find in its proposal, understood?”

“Alright sir, and will that be all?” That sounded business-like and so unlike the turmoil within her.