It was a slow day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the air, punctuated only by the occasional clatter of keyboards. Sarah, a 28-year-old woman with a voluptuous figure and a mane of fiery red hair, sat at her desk, her eyes scanning over the same report for the third time.
Across the room, Sarah’s boss, Mark, a 45-year-old man with salt-and-pepper hair and a commanding presence, was also buried in paperwork. He couldn’t help but steal glances at Sarah throughout the day, admiring her ample assets and the way her bright green eyes seemed to dance whenever she laughed.
As the day wore on, Sarah decided to take a break and head to the break room for a cup of coffee. Mark, noticing her absence, followed shortly after.
“Hey, Sarah,” Mark said, as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “How’s it going?”
“It’s going,” Sarah replied, her voice laced with boredom. “Just trying to get through this pile of paperwork.”
Mark leaned against the counter, his eyes never leaving Sarah. “You know, you’re the only thing making this day bearable.”
