“I thought I told you to bring your fancy ideas to me, if you have to express them,” I said as I strode into the office. She was bending over reaching for some files in the bottom drawer of the file cabinet and I enjoyed a quick look at her lovely rear.
“You’re talking about my brief conversation with Al?” she asked, sounding rather flippant in the process.
“Yes, that conversation should have been with me.”
“And there was nothing wrong with it.”
“Except that we had an agreement.”
She’d taken a seat at the desk, and looked up at me as though she was the one in charge, and I was just any old lackey in her service. Maybe if she’d have laughed a little, I might not have been in such a bad humor. But it was bad timing for her to power up on me. I’d already had a lousy day
