I leave the apartment before Thomas and head straight to work,in the smartest clothing I can find. It's pretty easy,just helping Max,walking around the place passing on papers to his collages. Everyone seems so dedicated here,quiet as they type away on their computers. Max is the same,as well as obviously being in charge with this huge department of the country.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" I ask him.
"No,that's okay Morgan."
"It's Margo."
"My apologies."

I notice a picture on his desk of a beautiful woman,pale skin and long yellow hair. Sitting in a field of flowers.

"Who's this?" I ask,pointing to my photo.
"That's my wife."
"Oh."
"Why?"
"I was just wondering."
"Would you like to go get some lunch?"
"Umm. Sure."
"What you having? I'll order it on the phone then they'll bring it up."
"I'll just have a ham sandwich and a coke."

The meals are delivered quickly and we sit at the desk and eat.

"So,you involved in a relationship?"
"Yes."
"No shock there."
"I'm sorry what?"
"It doesn't matter."

Is he trying to say I'm pretty? A married man ten years older than me.

"I'll get back to work now if that's okay Sir."
"That's fine. Can you deliver these reports to the office marked Ben Jason?"
"Of course."

I knock at the door marked Ben Jason to get no response. So I open the door then place them on the desk and walk out until I see him standing in the doorway. About my size,curly chestnut hair,wearing something that a kids-show host would wear.

"These were left for you from Max."
"Oh,right. Great! You must be new."
"Yes."
"Nice to meet you!"
"You too."

I come into contact with a few people who obviously know who I am because they hand me papers and flies to give to Max,strictly marked confidential. I feel scared even looking at them. I deliver them to my boss and check the time to see it's eight,I have an hour until I can get back home to see my boyfriend. That's on what we agreed. So I spend the rest of the day dishing out more papers then saying goodbye,getting the elevator then walking past the front desk with the same old receptionist to see Thomas standing there near the large,glass doors- Smiling sweetly at me,a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"You didn't have to Tom!" I take the flowers from him and kiss him once.
"My pleasure." His hand slips in mine "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"Out for a meal."
"Margo!"

We turn round to see Max running towards us both.

"This is your ID,you forgot it."
"Oh. Thanks!"
"See you tomorrow."
"Yeah."

We walks off after that.

"Who's that?" Thomas asks.
"My boss."
"Right."
"You jealous?"
"No!"
"Well you shouldn't be. Now come on,let's go."