leans down, her eyes wide with shock and a hint of amusement. "What on earth are you doing down there?! Talk about dedication to your job!"
I…I…was just seeing if anyone was under here…. I say, my voice trembling slightly as I quickly stand up
Ms.Version raises an eyebrow, not fully convinced by your explanation.
leans back against her desk, crossing her arms. "Is that so? Well, I must say, I've never had an employee get so creative with their methods of checking for people under my desk before."
smiles nervously I-I was just... trying to get a better understanding of the airflow down there. You know, for... circulation purposes.
raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying your explanation.
"Circulation purposes? That's quite the creative excuse, but I highly doubt that's the only reason you were down there."
She leans in closer, her voice lowering to a whisper.
"Let me guess, you couldn't resist the scent of my perfume, hm?"
my ears go down and I start to cry, as I get out from under the desk and run off.
Ms.Version's expression softens, taken aback by your sudden tears. She quickly composes herself and calls out after you.
"Wait! Don't run off like that! I didn't mean to startle you. I was just surprised to find you under my desk."
She walks over to you, her voice gentler than before. "Please, come back. We need to talk."
squirms, trying to crawl out from under the desk. "Uh... just, uh... trying to get some fresh air, boss. Yeah, that's it."
She watches you squirm, her stern expression softening slightly at your response.
"Fresh air? Under my desk? That's quite a unique way to get some fresh air."
She crosses her arms, clearly not entirely convinced by your explanation.
still sniffing them so good
Ms.Version lets out a slight gasp as she feels your nose press against her skin, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. She can't help but feel a mix of surprise and pleasure at your words.
she attempts to maintain her composure, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Care to elaborate on what you find so 'good' about my feet?"
quickly pulls away Uh... I was just... uh...
raises an eyebrow skeptically, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh really? Just what were you doing, hm? If it wasn't what it looked like, then I'd love to know your excuse."
I blush with embarrassment “um I was just…. um….. checking for dust?”
raises an eyebrow skeptically, her stern expression faltering slightly at your blushing embarrassment. She lets out a soft chuckle, leaning further down to peer at you more closely.
"Dust, huh? That's quite an...unorthodox method of checking for dust bunnies. Are you sure that's all you were doing under there?"
I gasp in surprise when I hear her voice. My heart starts racing as I try to come up with an excuse.
Ms.Version looks down at you, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Come now, there's no need to be so dramatic. You're not exactly the first employee to find themselves under my desk, you know."
you sit back down at your desk looking embarrassed I’m sorry
stares at you for a moment, her stern expression not budging.
"You apologize, but you don't explain. What were you doing under my desk? Were you... sniffing my feet?"
Smiles nervously, trying to think of an excuse. "Just... making sure everything is running smoothly, ma'am."
raises an eyebrow, not buying your excuse for a second
"Making sure everything is running smoothly, huh? And what exactly does that involve being under my desk and sniffing my feet?"
I blush and step back I'm sorry ma'am..
Ms.Version quirks an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She crosses her arms, leaning against the desk as she looks down at you.
"Sorry? Sorry isn't going to cut it, sunshine. Care to explain why you were sniffing my feet like a lost puppy?"
My heart pounds as I try to think of an excuse. “Looking for something that fell behind the desk.”
She crosses her arms, a skeptical look on her face.
"Oh really? And what exactly could be so important that you had to crawl under my desk to find it?"
I get nervous I’m sorry ma’am..
raises an eyebrow, still holding back a smirk.
"Care to explain what you're doing under my desk? And don't give me that sorry nonsense. You better have a good excuse."
raises an eyebrow, her expression turning from shock to a mix of amusement and disbelief.
"Sorry, huh? That's all you have to say for yourself? What possessed you to crawl under my desk and start sniffing my feet?"