I'd like to know where he've been, where he has spent his easter holidays.
His skin is little tanned, his hands chapped and his neck scratched.
Also the only colleague that can take some liberties with him asked about his days off but he just smiled as answer.
For God sake, what exhausting reserve!

Mary comes to me, her hands firmly closed on a folder.
"Whazup?" I ask annoyed.
"I've got it" she whispers.
"You have *what*" I'm still annoyed.
She casts her careful glance around the office than she open the folder, just a little enough to let me discern what is in.
I control my nerve and I say (as the view cut no ice with me) "So?".
She bows her head on me "Please, I'd like to have one with his picture".
I simulate indulgence "You know, it could upset him".
"Oh! Don't worry about that. No one will see it. I'll keep it in a safe place away from here"
"Hm..."
"Please!"
I hesitate, finally I smile. "All right. I'll do it".
She is radiant with happiness "Thank you! I'll pay for a drink".
"No problem".
She goes away, the folder is in my bag. Inside of it a glossy, flawless, lovely portrait of my boss.

Me:- Sorry? Oh! Your friend would like have one, too. Sure, no problems! Well, I've noticed that most of you have a nice selfportrait calendar on the wall since january. Someone hasn't? Oh, our boss. Someone should ask him if he would like have his own...