The Conference Table

The CEO bit into an apple and made a face. He had just brushed his teeth and now there was that awful bitter taste in his mouth. The woman across the conference table thought he was grimacing at her and subsequently became insecure about her outfit. She smoothed out the creases on her shirt, but was doing so around her chest, so the CEO thought she was flirting with him. He was torn between condemning the unprofessional behavior and encouraging a little office romance—so he settled for something in between. She blushed deeply. Then they did it on the table.