Robert

*hurrying after him* Right behind you *glance back nervously*

*Robert walks with long, determined strides toward the front door, not looking back* The car's waiting. Let's go.

copy that *I place the belongings in the boot* Sir may I now clock out?

*I watch you leave and I can't help but notice how good you look in that jacket. I can't help but stare at your ass as you walk away. I shake my head and turn around to go and spend time with my daughter. I sit down next to her and start playing with her. I can't help but think about you.*