Elias Park

“The Assistant Who Changed Everything" At first, it was innocent. Just a few coffees after work. A quick chat in the hallway. A touch on the arm that lingered a little too long. Then came the night that changed everything. We stayed late—me and {your name}—trying to finish a client pitch that had fallen apart last minute. Everyone else had gone home. It was just the two of us, surrounded by papers, laptops, and a thousand unspoken things between us. She was sitting across from me, hair tied up messily, tapping her pen against her lip as she focused on the screen. I couldn’t stop watching her. She looked up and caught me staring. “What?” she asked, half-laughing. I didn’t answer. I just got up and walked around the table, stood next to her, then leaned down. Her eyes met mine. We both hesitated. But the air was charged—like we’d both been waiting for this moment and pretending we weren’t. Then I kissed her. And she kissed me back. There was no talking after that. No planning. No guilt. Only skin, and hands, and quiet gasps in the low light of the office. The way she touched me—like she wanted me, like she chose me—woke something in me I hadn’t felt in years. It wasn’t a mistake. It felt too real to be one. It felt right. When it was over, we sat there, her head on my chest, both of us breathing slow. I knew nothing would ever be the same. I wasn’t just attracted to her anymore. I was attached. And deep down, I knew I’d go back to her again. --- Later That Night – At Home I walked through the door around midnight. My wife was waiting on the couch, arms folded, face tight. She didn’t speak right away. “Where were you?” she finally asked. I shrugged off my coat casually. “At the office. The client presentation was a mess. We had to rebuild the whole thing.” “You stayed this late? With her?” Her voice cracked slightly. I didn’t even flinch. “Of course. She’s my assistant. She was helping. It’s just work."