Love, Jason?

Upon getting to his office, Jason slumped on his chair. His mood was sour and gloomy as he stared at the window with a frown on his face. It just occurred to him that he didn't have the right to poke into others' business when he didn't even know how to confront his own problem.

Sighing deeply, he picked up a pen on the desk and started playing with it.

Coming back to his lonely office made him remember his predicament-he could only think about his secretary, which was obviously strange, by the way.

He had his own problems and even though he's been trying to appear to be cool, he's really troubled deep down. He didn't know how to go about it or what to do. It was becoming too much of a headache for him.

Dropping the pen on the desk, he stood up angrily as he walked over to the window with his hands in his trousers pockets. He sighed as he looked into the distance.

"Isn't it funny that a playboy like me could easily fall so hard.... for my secretary? When did this crazy feeling even