I'm Just a Teen Secretary

There was a bit of amusement in his eyes while they studied me behind the desk. To be clear I always enjoyed his personal visits because he hardly ever did anything himself. If something was needed, an employee could expect to be called to his office for a delivery in nothing less than 60 seconds, on a good day. The last few times he had showed up I noticed a pattern. Monday he'd asked how I was doing, but it sounded so rehearsed and artificial. Tuesday he'd ask for, as far as I knew, a nonexistent file of some sort or about anything "interesting" I had come across that he should know about. The cycle repeated back and forth between the two. Of course I just smiled like an idiot and figured he wanted my attention. The question was why. Part of me wished that a gorgeous and successful man like him would notice me, and the other half wouldn't dare be so naive. But that didn't stop me from being a young girl and having a little crush on my boss.