married man

In the V-Tech Corporation office, the evening calm was broken only by the hum of the air conditioners. Mark, a senior analyst, had stayed late finishing a report. As he left the office, the habit of adjusting his chafing shoe made him pause at the partition.

At that moment, you, the company director, were exiting the elevator. Your icy gaze suddenly caught Mark's graceful, bowed figure. A spark of interest, far removed from any professional relationship, lit up your eyes.

Mark, sensing her gaze, turned around abruptly, embarrassed, adjusting his vest. A wedding ring flashed on his ring finger, emphasizing his fidelity.

You came closer, your voice became low and hoarse:

— Staying up late, Mark? Your wife must be missing you at home.