All Chapters of My Strict Boss (SPG): Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Irene’s POVThere are really days when you just want to give up on everything.I squeezed my eyes shut when I saw the clock on the bedside table. "I'm late again," I whispered while putting on shoes I hadn't cleaned since I waded through a flood in them last week.I didn't even have time to brush my hair properly, one quick wash of the face, a bit of powder, and then that’s it, I just tied my hair in a knot at the back, not caring about how I looked. I didn't have time to eat. I didn't even get to drink water. I just rushed out of the apartment I'm renting on the third floor.I remembered it’s been a few weeks since I’ve been able to pay rent. Juliet from the next door keeps asking if I still have plans to pay. I said, “Next week, ma'am,” even though I knew no miracle was coming next week.But maybe a miracle will happen and our boss will give a bonus, but that’s impossible.Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I hurried down, racing against a few passersby while nearly slipping on the w

As I passed through the hallway back to my desk, I heard whisperers.“Why is she always the one included in client pitches? She doesn’t know anything.”"Who knows, right? Pia is actually good. I don’t know what’s up with Sir Tirso either."“God, she couldn’t even defend her concept earlier. Cringe.”"I was the one feeling embarrassed for her."I felt so small. It felt like no matter how much effort I put into work every day, there was always something wrong dragging me down.I silently continued, not looking back, forcing myself to believe it was nothing."Irene."I looked toward the person calling me. It was Marge, Tirso’s secretary, standing by her desk."What is it?"“Sir is calling for you.”Automatically, I walked toward Tirso’s glass office. I could already feel the tension even before stepping inside.I knocked three times because that was one of his rules that had to be followed.“Come in.”I silently entered his office, clutching the clipboard I had earlier. I closed my eyes

When I returned to his office, I immediately felt a new weight in my chest. I had been cold, tired, and emotionally drained for hours, but here I was again, carrying my laptop, holding the updated report and the other files he wanted fixed, forcing myself to be brave.I entered hesitantly, my heart beating faster and faster, again.He was sitting in his swivel chair, one hand resting on the desk, holding his phone but not looking at it. He was staring at me. Sharp. Serious. It was as if he were studying every inch of me from head to toe. I also noticed a slight arch in his eyebrow.“You didn't answer me when you left, Irene. Who did this to you?” he asked immediately in a heavy voice. "I don't tolerate bullying. Speak up."“I— I just tripped, Sir,” I replied, barely above a whisper. Even I couldn't find it in myself to be bold. "I fell."“Tripped?” He stood up from his seat and approached the edge of the desk. “You’re soaking wet because you tripped? Where? In a swimming pool? As far