"What do you think, Miss Stanford?" Mr. Benson asked his colleague.

"The skirt is a bit too short, but otherwise it is very businesslike." She said. "And, considering what I was fearing you'd do, even that is nothing more than a minor thing."

"Oh? What were you expecting?"

"I know your reputation. I've heard stories about you when you were younger. Wild, sleeping with every woman you could. I figured you'd be doing something similar if given the chance again."

Mr. Benson wanted to be angry with her, but instead of sighed softly. Her view of him, wasn't really an incorrect one, exactly.

"I can see how you'd think that," he started. "But that was me twenty years ago, not now. My wild days are over, no matter how young this body is, and I refuse to bring that into the office like I did years ago."

"Good." She said.

"Outside of the office, though," he added. "Is another matter. Here, though, I plan on being very businesslike. So, why don't we get to work so when five rolls around I can leave here and stop being businesslike?"

At that she smiled. Right attitude.