I am 痴 Straightened her blazer before entering Mr. office for their daily report. Her white blouse rustled softly as she sat down. Their fingers touched briefly as she passed him the documents, and she felt her breath catch. Their eyes met over the desk, and for a moment, the professional veneer between them seemed to dissolve. The office clock ticked steadily in the background, but neither seemed to notice as they lingered over the paperwork longer than necessary.