Madison
Tom from Accounting stood there, a stack of papers clutched to his chest like a shield. His round face pinched with concern. "Are you okay? You look flushed."
"Fine! Just fine." My voice came out squeaky. "Little warm in here, isn't it?"
"Actually, the AC's been blasting all morning." He adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses. "Anyway, I need Mr. Knight's signature on these reports."
"Of course." I reached for the papers, willing my hands not to shake. "I'll get these to him right away."
"Great!" Tom lingered, shifting from foot to foot. "You sure you're alright? Maybe you should get some water. Your face is really red."
"Thanks, Tom, but I'm good." Please go away before I die of embarrassment.
"If you say so." He finally shuffled away, leaving me alone with my inappropriate thou
