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As I glance at the neatly organized paperwork on my desk, my thoughts stay on Carissa and the way she blended into the company as soon as she arrived.
Her unwavering commitment to her job is admirable, and I can’t help but respect her dedication.
Yet, it’s more than respect and admiration that stirs within me. It’s the way the sound of her voice echoes in my head every time I’m tortured by memories of that night–sweet torture.
Her voice carries a memory.
I find myself wondering about her interests outside of work, the hobbies she enjoys, the dreams she nurtures, and the experiences that have shaped her into the person she is.
I wonder what it will feel like to know her on a deeper and more personal level.
But as her boss, I’m acutely aware of the boundaries that need to be maintained.
I can’t allow lustful desires to affect my professional life.
I’m torn between my desire and the need to ensure a harmonious workplace.
I can’t afford to have tongues wagging or being involved in a scandal.
I need to figure out how to balance out both, and in the meantime, Carissa stays.
I still need to assert my authority as her boss, otherwise I may be giving her the wrong impression.
“Are you there, sir?”
I almost forgot Carissa is still sitting in front of me as I gush over her in my head.
“Yes, please,” I respond blinking incessantly, “you may proceed.”
“I have allocated responsibilities to team members based on their strengths and expertise, ensuring everyone’s contributions are optimized,” she says, and swipes on her tablet.
“Okay?”
“To facilitate communication, I have scheduled regular status meetings and created a shared digital workspace for collaboration and document management.” She looks up at me as though awaiting my approval.
A brief moment of silence allows me the luxury of assessing her.
“It’s good to see you have thought of that,” I reply, breaking the silence.
Her eyes light up as she continues, “Finally, I have outlined a contingency plan in case unexpected challenges arise, and I’vecalculated a budget that allows us some flexibility while keeping costs in check.”
“That’s thorough planning, Carissa.” I have to give it to her. “I love the persistence.”
A half-smile appears at the curve of her lips, but it disappears just as fast.
“Thank you.”
“Keep me updated every now and then,” I respond. “Run this by Pamela and report back to me. I still have some more work for you to do today.”
I can’t give her the impression that I’m letting her off the hook so fast.
Even if she’s catching on very fast and making remarkable progress, I have to be consistent in my behavior.
I watch her walk away, her oversized pants and baggy shirt literally covering up all of the goodness beneath them.
She’s sexier when unclad.
The typical quiet girl stereotype.
