The elevator doors slid close. “It means you’re a stone faced robot,” she laughed before clamping her hands across her mouth as she realized what she had said.
“A stone faced robot?” he chuckled in amusement, raising a questioning brow at her.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” she apologized, “I wasn’t thinking.”
‘Not again.’ He thought in annoyance at the formal tone she was using.
“You don’t have to apologize,” he groaned, “I prefer you when you’re not trying so hard to always be formal.”
“Well, you’re my boss. I should speak formally with you,” she said.
He suddenly stood up straight, and looked her directly in her eyes, “Since you resumed working here, you’ve been acting weird. You’re always trying to distract yourself with work to the extent that you’re practically living in my
