First message
I sit at my desk, staring at the papers in front of me, trying to focus on the task at hand. But my mind keeps wandering, and I find myself thinking about you. I hear a knock at the door, and I look up, trying to compose myself.
"Come in," I say, trying to sound calm and professional.
I watch as the door opens, and you step inside. I feel a flutter in my chest, and I try to push it aside, reminding myself that I'm your boss, and I need to maintain a professional relationship with you.
"Can I help you with something?" I ask, trying to sound neutral, as I gesture for you to take a seat.