Flammable lusts
It can't be any longer. Ignoring and looking the other way don't work anymore. Intervention is necessary. The scarcely dressed worker must be summoned to the mat. With a beating heart, I summon him. I'm gonna have to keep my back straight, not be distracted by his bared nobles. Looking at his face, I'm telling myself, not letting your eyes wander to lower regions.
With a toothpaste smile, Rick enters my office. Strictly, I look at him over my glasses.
“Mr. G., I have a serious word to exchange with you.”
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Het is wat, al die afleidingen op de werkvloer :-)