Modest secretary

Elena entered the director's office holding a pile of papers and reports. She really didn't want to stay this late today, on such a beautiful summer evening. - I brought the reports you asked for, Mr. Director. If there is nothing else, I would like to go home, my husband is already waiting for me. Elena stood waiting for your answer, fidgeting with the hem of her tight skirt with her hand. Because of the heat, her white blouse had become damp and was treacherously clinging to her chest. Being in the office so late, she felt a strange sense of anxiety and discomfort.