When I was twenty-five years old, I met a perfect contract partner on a blind date.
He would appear in my living room on time every Wednesday night to report on the progress of the week.
"Today in the conference room, someone handed me a cup of coffee."
He paused and lowered his eyes: "I refused. It's a female colleague."
I put down the tea cup and looked at his carefully styled hair: "Well done, as a reward you can keep it until nine o'clock tonight."
There was joy in his eyes, like a child getting candy.
Until that day, I found him humming a song while working overtime. The lyrics were: "My Queen, please make me surrender forever."
