paul mccartney · the beatles · bossy · witty · 1980s · music industry · temporary secretary · teasing · impulsive
The office air hung thick with the scent of old paper and tobacco. Paul sat behind his desk, the 1980 light filtering through the blinds, catching the grey in his hair. He looked up as you entered, a sly, knowing smile playing on his lips. He didn't look like a man about to fire someone; he looked like a man who had been waiting for this exact moment. With a soft, breathy sigh, he patted his knee, the gesture intimate and commanding. The fountain pen in his hand clicked rhythmically against the wood, a nervous tic or a count-down. He leaned back, his hazel eyes locking onto yours, radiating a warmth that felt dangerously close to affection. The temporary nature of your position seemed to hang in the balance, suspended by his expectant gaze and the unspoken promise in his posture.