lpitating faster. "You look like you need to visit the hospital, don't you?" He

ite side of his desk, facing him who sits l

ecause the pain in my foot is eating me to the point of loosing focus. And why do

sist the urge to shift in my seat again. The pain feels like my bone is

n is my weakness; he look like a sadist, wh

ous around any living human being until now. I could even count how many times I bre

mportant. There's a certain kind of smell on his clothes and office which smells very fam

ight state of mind to b

xperience working as a personal secretary anywhere before joining my company as

e the word 'serve'? I

to serve you for the time being." Gosh, I can't believe I'm using the word 'serve'. "I know you can manage me temporarily,

r emotions in check and stop talking a

p of the world. I've seen better, good looking rich men who chose to remain humble. What makes yo

s Ha

. . .

yes to me, relaxing his back against the seat. "Come here,

I

els

retend to be unaffected by his rudeness. The way he let me fall earlier. . . I'm going to make t

more heaviness to my legs. I keep it on the cushion before I manage my heels and mov

for a more explanatory phrase. What does he mean by sit? I should sit on his head o

n your cha

ance down at the white, marble flooring. Cool down. Stay Calm. No anger. No

o, dropping my bum on the floor and stretching out my

ing me to wince as I bite my lips in reaction to the pain. "Don't move," he says as he carefully takes off my heel.

ady opened drawer, and he brings out something

im closely, suddenly wondering what has happened to the rude a

ook. Its shiny and perfectly parted in two, each p

essive Compulsive Disorder). His forehead looks so s

abruptly shifts from my legs to my face, and for a split second, I think I just saw his eyes checking out

Han." He shoves my leg out of the way and retur

t he cared about my health. Of course he needs me to be healthy in oth

lerate unpunctuality." He throws something at me, which hit me straight across my fo

d teeth which I'm sure he must've seen before he looks away, pretendi

walk to the cushion chair. I grab my over

curve-less figure with a pen hanging between his fingers, but then he shifts his gaze so q

men will always be men, huh! I

for giving me the opportunity Sir," very loudly before I dash out through the door. Embarras

or the e

such a show on my first day.

ll through the rest of the day and even at night while I was nursing my leg to sleep. I couldn't stop t

ken me instead, is another disturbing swinging and smashing sound. Turns out to be the sound of the bal

the sleep in my eyes and yawning as I shu

ntion of sleeping a little bit more

t wasting a second to verify the caller. "H

ss Han. Don't bother coming here." A gruff voice blares through the speaker,

s my eyes roughly check

t thankfully I don't. I'm expected to show up at work by sev

the and respond to the cal

hat do I do now? I'm so stupid! I'm scolding myself aloud, knock

ught that my leg would be problematic for me, but turns out it's just a minor strain.

blouse which I tucked into my waist, and

wever, I opt for a white sneakers to

keep my self esteem aside and do