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Theodore:What do you have left to do?
Me:I have to gather the data from the Sango project.
Theodore:That’s not a priority. My empty stomach is.
Who was this man and what had he done with the monster boss who demanded overtime to get all the work done on the planned day?
Me:…Are you telling me to end my day before I’m done with my work, sir?
Theodore:Feeding me is part of your job.
Me:Technically, it’s not.
Theodore:Neither is arguing, but you’re doing that.
I brought my fist to my mouth and coughed into it to hide my laugh.
Me:…If I agree to this, can I do yoga and take a bath first? If your call is nothing but arguments, it’s going to go on for at least another hour with Mr Govind there.
Theodore:Don’t point that out.
Theodore:Fine. Go do your yoga and take a bath.
Theodore:And don’t say I never do anything nice for you.
Me:Yes, sir. You are a most gracious and thoughtful boss.
Theodore:Does that mean you’ll change your mind about resigning?
Me:You’re not *that* gracious and thoughtful, sir.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN – CHLOE
Please Put On A T-shirt, Sir
I interlaced my fingers and stretched my arms out in front of me, making one of my knuckles pop.
“Ah,” I gasped as the little ‘knock’ rang through the air and reached my ears. “That felt good.”
There really was nothing like cracking knuckles after typing for a long time. I couldn’t do it in the office because the sound of popping joints apparently gave Melody ‘the ick,’ as she put it, and I tried to refrain from doing it around Theodore because…
Well.
It was a bit of a bad habit of mine, and it was easier to keep some kind of distance between us if I kept up the air of perfect professionalism.
That very same air was why I was sitting at the dining table on a Saturday morning, writing up the report I’d delayed last night. I’d timed my working minutes perfectly, and I’d managed to only go over by ten minutes.
I wasn’t going to demand overtime for that.
Really, if I’d just done it yesterday instead of listening to a certain someone whining about how hungry he was, I’d have had it done during working hours.
The drawn-out exhale of a yawn filled the air, and I turned towards the source right as another one erupted from the half-asleep, half-naked man who was responsible for it.
This was the third time this week.
Him showing up half-naked, that was. Not half-asleep.
For someone who was often running downstairs at the last minute, he was surprisingly chipper on a morning.
