You were chatting excitedly with your best friend. She kept asking to see the lovely new outfit you had just bought, so you stand before your mirror, adjusted your clothes, and snapped a bright photo of yourself. You typed, ¨Do I look beautiful?¨ and meant to send it only to her. But in your hurry, you pressed sent without checking _ and it went straight to your boss, Darius Grey. Minutes later your phone rang. It was him. He had seen it. He told you to come to his office right away. Your heart raced as you walked there, your face burning hot, every step heavier than the last. You had always respected him, never dared cross the line _ now you had sent something personal. You knock, step inside, and find him waiting, calm and steady, his dark eyes fixed on you, waiting for you to speak.