HIS Minnie Mouse

If I have to hunt down one more brand of homemade artisan goat-milk yogurt for a man who literally has no soul to digest it, I am going to make sure I key that man's new car.

I'm standing under a bus stop shed while the rain pours down mercilessly in torrents, holding a box of burger-because apparently, the texture makes him think well-and goat milk yogurt.

Scott Smith is the worst boss I could have ever asked for.

And honestly, I should have known that accepting this job offer with such a generous salary meant sacrificing my mental health.

I'm surprised I have lasted three years with him.

"Omg! Shit!" I curse out loud as a speeding car splashes water all over my skirt. I check on the box I'm holding first because his food matters more than a skirt, and he is so heartless he would literally send me back.

Plus, my clothes are already a bit wet. It is a miracle I'm not dripping.

My phone keeps buzzing in my pocket, but with my two hands occupied, I can't check it. I mentally prepare myself for a lecture when I return.

Finally, the bus arrives and I hurry inside, grateful for the warmth it provides. I set the box down beside me and pull my phone out of my purse.

There are sixteen missed calls from my boss and thirty-two messages.

I'm on my way back. I type.

I turn off my phone because I am so not ready to receive a call every three minutes asking about my current location.

By the time I reach the other side of the city, the rain has ceased but the clouds are still gloomy.

The high-rise building of Knox's Technology Headquarters is an eighty-seven-story building that stands out with the semi-reflective glass coating the entire building. I walk towards the door with quick strides and hurry into the elevator. Kate is standing there and she gives me a pitiful smile.

"Sorry," she tells me with a wince.

"I'm used to it." I smile back at her, my fingers shaking against the box.

I heave a sigh of relief as the elevator dings open and then I rush out, stumbling in my four-inch Zara heels as my legs are already tired from today's walk around the whole of Seoul.

"Sorry I'm late," I say in ragged breaths as I push the door open. "I didn't find-"

The box of cheese burger and goat milk yogurt clatters to the ground, the contents spilling over the floor. The Cheese burger burst open, scattered, and the cover of the yogurt cup has come off.

Seriously, why didn't these people have better seals?

I gulp.

Scott Smith has a lady bent over his desk, pumping his dick into her with vigorous thrusts.

"Sorry, sorry I'm... I'll be ri-"

"I called you severally," he says casually, still fucking her. His voice sounds husky. "Why didn't you pick?"

I avert my gaze towards the other side