I usually sat in my office, making phone calls and replying to petty emails as an intern for a law firm. He was starting up his own company on the oth...er side of the state, and was always busy. Extremely bored, I was swaying my leather chair from side to side. I stared at the pictures of me and my boyfriend in the frames I had recently purchased. Someone gently knocked on my door. It was a soft knock. My boss always knocked aggressively. I was confused. I went to go open the door, but the man. It served as a social nexus for the servants, especially when they were denied the great hall for social use. There was enough space that people might chat or throw down some blankets and fuck, being a part of the bustle that was Oak Leaf’s back corridors, without disrupting work that must be done. Much of the kitchen could see the space and there was sufficient room for bystanders. I’d spent many hours on that floor building rapport and trust as a lover of the servants. I nodded.“She stood in. Meghan, would you mind answering the question please?” Professor Daniels interrupted her thoughts and her head whipped up.“Umm,” she hadn’t heard the question and began to turn red with embarrassment. She always knew the right answer in class and wondered if any of the students were staring at her and silently judging.“I said, who is the founder of psychoanalysis?”, he reminded her gently. Ugh why is his face is so hot and distracting, she almost wished she had an ugly teacher instead, that way. Now as she kept on working there was a sudden knock on her door, before she could react the door flew open and in walked a very angry sergeant in khaki fatigues. Before he even looked at her he started yelling – apparently he had just returned stateside and someone had screwed up his paperwork. It wasn’t a huge mistake, but fixing it would take some time and he really wanted to get home. She was in such shock about him barging in like that that she had forgotten to adjust her uniform, and still.