love letter

most affairs happen at work. it seems the office is the ideal setting for romance. and our office is no different.

after a meeting i returned to my desk and grabbed my notebook from my drawer. i noticed a letter in my drawer. it had my name written on it with a drawing of a heart. i picked it up thinking it was probably a letter from my colleague Lina. and she's a woman and women always draw hearts and flowers everywhere. so i open it- casually albeit a little curiously - and find that the note is signed by sandra and a lipstick kiss.

wow. this is not from my colleague Lina (not her real name, she's not swedish either). to be honest i'm a little shocked. guiltily i throw the letter back into my drawer and shut it in there. just to be sure i lock it in. you never know.

once my blood slows down to a steady supersonic level. and the blindfold of panic falls to the floor. a smile settles on my face. this is a practical joke. it must be. unlocking my drawer i pull out the letter again, this time to actually read it.

bladibladibla... like you...you're so great... the usual love letter stuff... signed, sandra. p.s. who is that buff guy who always walks with you to get a coke from the machine (its a ritual ok).

aha!

that bastard.