He strode into the room. She was powerless to his every movement, every command. Why, she asked herself, could she have self control around every other man but this one? Of course the answer was simple and staring her in the face - she just didn't want to acknowledge it.
He was perfect for her.
She knew he would be walking over to her. He liked routine - of that she was sure. He did it every day.
Three, two, one.
He was standing behind her. She could smell the faint aroma of his after shave. He has class, not too much so it was overpowering, but just enough to keep the ladies wanting more.
She had these thoughts every single day. There was no change there. Ever since she'd started working there, there was no escaping 'Mr. Perfect'. With his 'perfect hair and his perfect nails, not to mention his perfect voice.
Was it even possible for his voice to be smooth like caramel, as well as husky? If not before, it was now.
As of yet, he hadn't uttered a word, which worried her. By this time he had usual brushed her bare shoulder with his little finger, whilst asking for his early morning coffee, in barely more than a whisper.
He did this to every woman because he was aware of the undenying effect he had on them but it didn't matter. How could she be so shallow? Of course he was just using her, what other reason could there be? But, no. She couldn't help but believe that he loved her.
Should she be worried? Of course she shouldn't but she was. 'Worry' was her middle name especially when it concerned the matter of 'Mr. Perfect'.
Instead of just dealing with his usual request, even though he hadn't asked for it, she decided to knock on his office door to check if he was OK.
One thing struck her as peculiar, as she approached his office, his door was shut. He was renound throughout the company for operating an 'always open' door policy.
There was no reason to suspect anything out of the ordinary has happened apart from the closed door, yet there was a prickling sensation under her skin that warned her she should pursue this uneasiness and investigate further.
She stepped towards his door. Hesitant at first. Plucking up the courage to turn the door handle, whilst telling herself nothing bad could come of this.
Pushing the door, she met no resistance. Although she didn't know why, this reassured her considerably.
Feeling comforted by this she pursued her action by completely opening the door.
Looking around she saw nothing but an empty office.
Standard issue wooden desk and chair at the centre of the spacious room, that she'd always admired. The company logo splattered all over the computer, printer and scanner, just in case they ever forgot the company they worked for.
Although at first nothing struck her as odd, after taking a closer look, she soon noticed that the office had not been entered for a long while.
Unlike all of the other offices in the building, this office lacked all sense of personality. There had been no effort made to make this the person's own. No photographs of family members scattered over the desk or surrounded the computer.
Gone was the sense of warmth and familiarity.
Suddenly, standing in the doorway of the empty office, aware of herself, she looked down. She found herself holding a cardboard box packed full of her own possessions. Things she recognised from her desk outside - the photograph of herself from graduation smiled up at her.
She didn't understand what was going on.
Before anything else apart from confusion could pop into her mind, she found herself loose control of her body. She was walking across the dimly lit office towards the centre of the room.
The office that was once occupied, it seemed, by 'Mr. Perfect'.
Putting down the box on the empty desk, she heard herself say: 'Welcome home. This is after all what we've always wanted."