My Strict Boss (SPG)
I needed the caffeine to boost my courage so that if I ever get scolded, I can handle it.
When I got back to my desk, a folder with a post-it was already sitting on my table.
“Deck. Revise. Meeting in 1 hour. —TG”
TG. Tirso Gotiangco. Just the initials are enough to give me chills.
I sat down and set the coffee down. And in my rush to fix the mouse, I bumped the mug. Straight onto the keyboard. The warm coffee spilled directly onto the files, the desk, and my hand.
“Shiiît!” I whispered, frantically pulling papers away. But it was too late, they were soaked.
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