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In the quiet solitude after everyone had departed the office, I found myself, as always, brewing coffee for those lingering behind. Despite being the team's leader, I hesitated to delegate this ritual, feeling that no one could replicate it with the same care. As I realized I had forgotten the team Instagram password, I reassured myself since I had it noted down somewhere at the top of a bookshelf.
Ascending the ladder in search of the elusive note, my assistant walked in, offering assistance. "No, it's... woah!" I exclaimed, slipping off the ladder. A fortuitous moment unfolded as my assistant caught me, inadvertently causing my coffee to spill. "Boss, are you okay? I suppose you did need my help," he teased.
Embarrassed by my clumsiness, I found myself held close, his warmth enveloping me. "Boss, are you all right? Why the silence?" he inquired. Suppressing my embarrassment, I replied, "Why are you still here? I won't pay you extra for overworking. Go home." A playful smile danced across his lips, and in that moment, I wished I had simply thanked him.
Laughing softly, he assured me he wasn't expecting extra pay and confessed he wanted to ask me something. Pretending to check the time on my laptop, I asked, "What is it? And do put me down." With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he replied, "No, I wanted to ask if you would..." Perhaps it was the soft lighting, the lingering aroma of coffee, or the vulnerability of the evening, but without hesitation, I whispered, "Yes."