CHAPTER FIVE

I glanced at the clock as I walked into the office—8:30 AM. As I opened his poker face welcomed me.

"It's almost 8:30 in the morning, and where the hell have you been?" my boss barked. Seriously, did he have to start every conversation like this? And always about the time.

I slammed the food I'd bought from the restaurant onto his table, not even bothering to look at him.

"Are you deaf now? And what kind of food is this?" he snapped, glaring at the plastic container as if it had personally offended him.

"Why? Did you actually specify what I was supposed to buy?" I shot back, finally meeting his gaze before turning and heading to the restroom.

Inside, I retouched my makeup and then suddenly burped. Ughh, I'm so full! At least I probably won't fall asleep during the meeting later, thanks to all those energy drinks.

I laughed, remembering his face earlier. You deserved it, Kaizer, I will push you to your limit.

I lingered in the restroom, enjoying the peace and quiet. When I finally emerged, he was there, standing beside his table with his arms crossed, looking as though I’d personally offended him.

"Does your watch even work? If not, toss it. Damn it, it’s already 9:05, and the meeting was supposed to start at 9 o’clock. Do you ever bother to check the time?" he snapped, his face practically purple with anger.

"Then why are you still here?" I retorted, unable to stop myself. Seriously, he’s the CEO—why is he acting like this is all my fault? My patience with him was wearing thin.

"You're my secretary. What kind of brain do you have? Of course, I need you there to take notes on the important stuff we discuss in meetings," he said, rolling his eyes as if I were the dumbest person on the planet.

Ack, I forgot I was his secretary. Noob Samantha.

"Sorry," I mumbled. He just 'tsked' and said, "Follow," before striding out of the office.

I hurriedly grabbed my notebooks and pen from my table and followed him into the elevator. Ugh, he’s always in such a rush.

Well, duh, Samantha? He's late because you were off daydreaming in the bathroom. Idiot.

The whole meeting actually went pretty smoothly, but me? Not so much. I didn’t even write down a single important thing because Mr. Grumpy McGrumperson decided to give me another brilliant task. No! I think it's his payback for me for making him late.

Ugh! He's determined to make my days as miserable as his personality. He made me buy snacks—alone—and then serve them—alone—to his business partners. I swear, I should have struggled to find a different job. Being hired easily only to end up with a boss like him? Seriously, it was a terrible idea.

"Stop spacing out. It's getting late…we need to go home early," he said, jolting me out of my thoughts. Of course, it had to be my boss.

I glanced at my watch—3:30 in the afternoon. And what did he say? 'Getting late?' Seriously? But when I was here all night doing the work he told me to do, he never once said, "It's getting late, you can go home now." Instead, he just let me suffer with that mountain of documents he wanted me to check.

Ugh, if this is what it's like to have him as my boss, I'm seriously going to run out of patience real fast.

"What are you still waiting for?!" he snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. Is he going to grip me again? tsk.

I glared back at him, not caring that he was my boss. I'd only been working for him for two days, but it already felt like a lifetime of torture.My lovely grandma, save me from this devil soul.

"You go ahead. I have feet. I can walk alone," I retorted.

I heard him mutter, "Tsk, suit yourself," before stomping off toward the office. Ugh, he's so infuriating!

Here I am, standing in front of the company where Mr. Grumpy McGrumperson lords it over. Tsk, he already left, so now I'm stuck taking the bus.

/Beep/Beep/

"Holy crap!" I clutched my chest as someone honked loudly next to me. It was a car—a freakin' sports car.

I glanced at the street and where I was standing. I wasn't blocking the road or anything. What's this person's problem?

"Get in." Oh, it was Kaizer 2.0. Great.

Since I didn't want to suffer in these ridiculously high heels and wait who-knows-how-long for the bus, I trudged over to Kleo's sports car and slid into the passenger seat.

"Hi?" I greeted him with my most dazzling smile, but he just stared straight ahead, emotionless. Yep, definitely Kaizer 2.0—the CSSL (Chuena's Sibling Signature Look).

He started driving, and I tried to make conversation to break the silence, but it was like talking to a brick wall. Never mind, Kleo, thanks for the ride, then.

Since I was getting tired of chattering away and getting zero response, I just shut my mouth and stared out the window, replaying the last two unbelievable days in my head. Ugh.

We eventually arrived at their mansion. After he parked, he hopped out first, so I followed him. We walked into the house side-by-side, and as soon as we stepped inside, Grandma A and Kaizer both turned to look at us.

"Oh good, you're both here. Come on, let's eat," Grandma said, smiling warmly. That's when I noticed a little kid sitting on her lap. Who is he?

Grandma picked him up and headed toward the dining room. The kid didn't even spare us a glance—stuck up much?

He is cute, and his eyes are so slanted.

"Tsk." I whipped my head around to glare at the guy who apparently only knows how to say "Tsk." Kaizer was glowering at me and Kleo. What's his problem? Should I poke his eyes out or something?

He's staring at us like we did something wrong.

"Tch, you go first. I don't want to talk to him about this sh*t,I'm too tired" Kleo muttered. I frowned at what he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, completely confused.

"Huh, nothing. Just go," he said, waving me off. I just shrugged and headed into my room. I swear, these siblings are incredibly hard to understand.

So, I went up to my room to take a shower so I wouldn't look like a wilted vegetable when we all ate together in the dining room later.

That kid was really cute, though. I wonder who he is? Is he Kaizer’s brother? If he is, he's definitely the cutest of the three of them. Or… what if he’s Kaizer’s son?

Is that why he's been so grumpy lately—because he hasn't seen his kid in a while? Ugh, overthinking, samantha? But what if he is his son? They don't look that much alike, though…

Ugh, why do I even care about his personal life? It's none of my business.