She knocked on the door and entered his office. Her boss was sitting at his desk and looked up from his work. Her heart skipped a beat. As he sat back in his chair, his lips curled into a slow smile.
"Lorie, you've been quite distracted lately. Why is that?"
She stared at her feet, flustered.
"I - I'm sorry, Sir. I promise it won't happen again."
"That's not what I asked you, Lorie."
His dark voice gave her the shivers. Fudge, she swore silently, why can't he just not notice me, like everybody else.
"I'm waiting for your answer."
After a couple of seconds of silence, he crooked a finger at her.
"Sit down. Talk to me."
Her shoulders sagged with the knowledge he wouldn't let her go without an explanation and sat down. He studied her closely, making her squirm."I'd rather not talk about it, Sir"
"That's not an option, because it effects your work. I've been watching you closely, Lorie. In a matter of weeks, you've gone from working with intense concentration to being in a state of distinct distraction. Why is that?"
Wringing her hands she tried to gather up all her strength to refuse his order. She really didn't want to talk about it. She couldn't.
"No," she whispered. A quick peek at him showed his surprise. He raised a single brow. He stood and walked around the desk.