Romantic stroll

The day was warm and sunny with a gentle breeze blowing. The breathtaking view of Paris from here as we sat at the breakfast table sipping on tea in our private terrace was kindling various fantasies in my mind. Wait, wait. Let me stop you right there, for it was no romantic time-spending of a married couple but a pressurized working hour of a CEO and his assistant. Yup, he was making me work on such a lovely day. 

Moving my eyes from the boring papers of a file I looked up and stretched letting out a moan. He, however, ignored my existence as his eyes were glued to his laptop screen. I tried my luck once again squirming in my chair and letting out long sighs. 

"Do you have any problem?" he responded without looking up. 

"Hunt-" 

"Sir," he cut me off. 

Oh, so that's how he wanted to do it. "Sir, can I go use the washroom?" 

"Yes.