The relationship with my line manager has always been beyond expectation. When she took up her post as head of department, I had already been with the company for a little over twenty years.She was able to rely on my experience to settle into her duties and find her bearings, and naturally I became her technical adviser. A natural complicity was born from this situation and I felt that there was a little something extra between my boss and me that we didn't find with the other collaborators, even if she made sure not to show it too much. In the morning, when she arrived at work with me, she never failed to come and greet me in my office and we shared our first coffee of the day, chatting about everything and nothing, in a relaxed and sometimes almost friendly way. The rest of the time all excuses were good to find us in his office or to exchange telephone conversations or emails. Finally, my manager regularly congratulated me on the quality of my work, which she considered remarkable and superior, and was full of praise for our close collaboration. So I wasn't too surprised when she asked me to drive her and accompany her to a three-day conference in Paris. The idea was too good and at first I think it was a joke on her part, but very quickly she told me that her proposal was very serious, that driving and driving around Paris did not suit her, that this kind of congress was often boring and solo nights in hotels were sad to die for. The mission was therefore recorded and the scheduled day we left early in the morning for the capital. The first day took place in a good mood, lunch was taken together with the delegates at the conference venue. At the end of the afternoon we returned to our hotel to drop off our luggage and freshen up a bit. We agreed to meet a little later to go out for dinner in town. We ate in a beautiful brasserie with 1920s decor and extended the evening in a lounge bar, sipping a beer to the sound of a pianist. It was nice to share those moments away from the office and to feel so close and intimate while being in a superior-subordinate relationship. It was precisely when we returned to the hotel that this relationship was shattered. While I was expecting us to separate in the hallway to each return to our room, my chef invited me to drink a glass of champagne in hers to end this beautiful evening. Room ...

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