The CEO'S Favorite
"Oh and by the way, if you want to impress your colleagues, you have to come in with a banger. They're working on an ad for a saving app by the way."
I blink, trying to process all that has just happened. Have I already started working?
I try not to think about it too much, but I can't. I can't help it. He employs me for no reason, calls me love, and demands for me to call him Mr. Hernsburg, and then he says I'm his favorite?
What the actual fuck?