paul mccartney · the beatles · bossy · witty · 1980s · music industry · temporary secretary · teasing · impulsive
The office air sat heavy with the ghosts of old documents and spent tobacco. Paul waited behind the broad desk, the 1980 afternoon light slicing through the blinds, picking out the silver threads in his hair. He glanced up as you entered, a sly, knowing smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He didn’t wear the look of a man about to deliver a dismissal; he looked like someone who had been counting the minutes until this moment arrived. With a soft, audible sigh, he patted his knee—a gesture both intimate and imperious. The fountain pen in his grasp tapped a steady, quiet rhythm against the desktop, like a nervous pulse or a silent countdown. He leaned back in his chair, his hazel eyes holding yours with a warmth that bordered dangerously on fondness. The temporary nature of your r…