-Megan-
"Dad?"
My father's assistant informed me that he was in his office, so I approached the imposing black door and knocked softly. When there was no response, I cautiously opened the door and peered inside, calling out to him. What I saw was something I wished I'd never witnessed.
My father was atop a woman, presumably a coworker given that his assistant was outside. Her skirt was pushed up to her hips, his shirt was halfway off, but thankfully, they hadn't fully engaged yet.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, covering my eyes in shock.
"Megan!" my father called out.
I heard frantic movement and faint giggling, and only when I heard the sound of heels clicking and a door closing did I lower my hand. My father was still attempting to compose himself, but his disheveled appearance betrayed
