Rabbits and Penguins

"You're here."

"I brought presents," carrying another batch of folders for Ema, Nero walked in with a nonchalant look.

At this point Diana was already getting used to it.

"And where's the little bunny who prepared all those carrots for me?" When the folders were placed with a loud thud, Diana's smile trembled.

"He's preparing more carrots!"

They heard the barely suppressed scream from the next room, the young woman couldn't contain her smile. Nero barely tried.

"Okay, I think I have some for you too. Those projects are ready."

Two weeks ago, Diana would have loved to know that the projects on hold had gone ahead without her help, it was like giving the company a new look without costing her sanity.

Today, however, she just needed to put her head in her hands.

'I'm going to die working like this.'

"Come on, I'll die working at this rate," her mind felt the urge to put it into words.

"Don't worry, I have some contacts."

The young woman smiled, but didn't take her face off her hands. Nero turned around and massaged her shoulders slowly.

'Well, at least it makes things easier...'

"If you die, I'll find a way to come get you, don't worry."

Her expression died, helpless.

At the end, a soft sigh was heard.

"It's a start. What should I spend my second life on? Depending on the situation, I might even decide to hurry up this vacation of mine."

"Not so soon, miss. My heart isn't ready yet."

She smiled and vibrated, feeling the discomfort disappear in her shoulders, her hands had become strong. The pain of the grips was followed by a sigh of pleasure.

'You're not ready to lose me, huh...'

"I'd love to take your little bunny as an assistant, but I'm not a big fan of carrots, you know."

Diana froze, heard a low chuckle coming from the door and suddenly felt an urge to hit someone.

Of course, she wouldn't do anything. For now she just laughed along with those two cheeky guys.

"Poor bunny. He'll be a slave until the end of my days."

"Oh, so you know who keeps this company going?"

"You two have become little friends, haven't you? If I hear anything about a raise, you'll be the first one to get fired."

They laughed together.

A new call, some papers to sign and check. Many cups of coffee later and an extremely long afternoon, Diana was in her car.

This was her routine. Everything was exactly the same.

"Where are we going, miss."

Except for one thing.

'Oh, I want to sleep.'

"To a place where they don't make paper, please."

"Sure! I've always wanted to visit Antarctica. With the penguins in suits, there's no shortage of employees... Don't tell me you're going to open a branch there too. Enslaving them wouldn't be a bad idea either."

"For a chauffeur, you're acting pretty rude, aren't you?"

"Force of habit, miss. It's always fun to bother you. So, where are we going?" Seeing the blue eyes in the rearview mirror, Diana had a lot to say.

Maybe her best intentions were to get lost in that car. All she had to do was park, stop at a convenience store and...

"Home, my driver. Home, shower and bed."

"Are you sure? I think you meant something else," Diana demanded her right to silence.

The car started, vibrating her entire body. Her nighttime feeling returned, the one that told her how good it was to leave another tiring day behind.

Still, it felt like a loss.

One that her charming driver liked to point out.

"I think the only thing you really want is bed, don't you? I can take you there, if you insist so much. But I must warn you that I'm married."

"Ahahaha!"

Diana smiled, her eyes filling with affection as she saw that handsome, smug face. It wasn't a bad idea, she thought, feeling sleepy as the car glided through the parking lot.

"What a fertile imagination you have... The driver and the beautiful businesswoman... I don't think that's very common in real life."

"Yes, usually the driver is bald and has the spare tire under his suit."

Nero said slowly, thinking about each word so calmly and seriously that the young woman could not stand it any longer. She lay down on the seat and covered her face. For some reason that moment seemed much more fun after a tiring day.

'The worst part is that he's right', with tears in her eyes, Diana thought again.

Her old driver wasn't bald, he was a gentleman. But his belly was still there... and that's it.

'A spare tire', she laughed again, 'Ah... If he gets one of those, I'll kill that man.'

The young woman looked closely at the figure driving. His breathing was measured, the wind on his face, his gaze as calm as the night.

His suit was more elegant than any driver's and his body...

'A woman is born for the dress and a man for the suit, huh...'

Diana realized that the difference was too great. With or without the belly pressing under the suit, the beauty of the physique was a very important issue. Diana had to investigate more closely.

Standing up slightly, like a cat, she approached. She placed her chin on the seat and her hand on her waist.

She was pleased to feel a slight reaction, a shiver on her skin under her cold hand.

'He's still human, after all...'

Nero seemed to look at her out of the corner of his eye, but the young woman didn't care.

"Don't take your eyes off the road, sir."

"Of course, ma'am. But I must remind you that I'm married and have twelve children."