Time flew by as I diligently typed the presentation that Mr. Han would be delivering in two days. Every time I entered his office and engaged in conversation, a wide grin would spread across his face. His intense gaze made me feel uneasy, leaving me uncertain about what thoughts were running through his mind. I stretched my arms and leaned back in my chair, feeling the exhaustion from my first day of work. Perhaps it was because my previous job didn't require me to shoulder such responsibilities, but now I was entrusted with all matters concerning Mr. Han - from organizing meetings and handling files and paperwork to managing his schedule. Glancing at him, engrossed in his work on the computer, I reached for my phone as it buzzed with a notification. Al
Buddy (Dylan): How's the first day of work (heart emoji)
A spontaneous smile makes its way on my lips as I read the message. I quickly grab my phone and begin recording a video of my surroundings. Slowly, I lift the phone, capturing a complete 360-degree view of my table and send the video to him the next second.
Me: How's my workplace?
Buddy: Seems like my girl is comfortable in that luxurious company.
Me: Too busy though
Buddy: Hey, that guy in the video, is he Mr. Han, your boss?
As I replay the video, a sudden realization dawns upon me - I have inadvertently captured him in the footage. I play the video in reverse, watching him intently as he gazes back at me. Confused and slightly flustered, I swiftly shift my gaze to the right, only to glance back immediately. I can't help but wonder why he is still looking at me with such intensity.
Feeling a bit self-conscious, I nervously tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Resting my right elbow on the table, I gently place my right cheek against the back of my palm, turning my face towards the opposite direction.
Do i have something on my face? Or no, no, no way... is he planning to avenge me for tearing the book? For making him clean the mess with me? Is he sketching up a plan in his mind to kill me? 
I check the time on ny phone and it's half past eight. All the staffs would have left by now, it's onky me and him, in this office. Is today gonna be my last day? I gulp as my mind continues to assume the mindset abuve that gaze. He has always been looking at me, lile as if he is registering all my movements.  This is definitely not good, he is gonna do something and I got to think of a way to save myself. 
I don't want to die now. I haven't been in a relationship. I've been si gle throughout,  trying my best to mame money. All i had in mind was to earn as I needed to live well and show my patents that I'm doing better 2ithout them. But now, knowing I'm goi g doe makes me regret my choice, i could've dayed someone, when the senior in my previous workplace department proposed me, I should have accepted it, I shouldn't have lied saying that Dylan was my boyfriend as he appeared at the right time to pick me.
No, would Mr. Han really attempta murder for a mere book?
Of course, he would... I would too... If I had the guts to kill him, I would have done it back on that day on the bookstore. Anyone who messes with a book deserves to die, especially if it's your favourite book.
I flinch when ny phone chirps again. 
Buddy: Hey, what happened? Are your eyes fixed on him when you have a handsome buddy like me.
Why would I admire the person who is going to kill me?
With a slight nervousness, I gently bite my lower lip as I turn my head to steal a glance at him. A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I discover that he is engrossed in his computer, seemingly unaware of my presence. From this vantage point, I can't help but admire his appearance. Suddenly, his gaze meets mine, causing me to freeze for a brief moment. In an attempt to alleviate the awkwardness, I offer him a tight, nervous smile while adjusting my glasses. However, he simply stares at me momentarily before diverting his attention back to the computer. 
Time seems to move slow as I stared at the wall clock waiting till the long Hand off the clock to take on twelve thirty. And after a long waiting, finally, it's 9 o'clock. I quickly packed my bag and I rushed out of the office. Locking my room door and there mr han walks out of his office. My footstep fastnot giving him a chance to met a pace.  My feet comes to an halt by the elevator should I take the staircase I thought but before I could make up my mind, I felt his presence beside me. Wait Anna, why are you being afraid? What should I write this jacket for him? Climbing down all the stairs. Just because I don't wanna be with him. I don't need the elevator what's wrong with me. If he's gonna murder me i'm going to fight back. 
But....
Miss Anna, his voice brings me out of my stupid thoughts. Don't I know understand why mister andrews recommended you to be promoted. You are indeed very hard working and all your paperwork is perfect.
Did he just compliment me did mister han appreciate my work.. Did he just compliment me? Did Mr. Han appreciate my work?
Am I hallucinating?Am I high? Alright, I agree that I don't know much about. Stanley meeting today, but.
Mr. Hen until I met him today. But from all the information ID collected from my colleagues from the gossip topics. They told me that Mr. Han hadn't complimented or appreciated. Any stops hard work unless if they have given their whole capability. But here today is my first day and I just completed the left over tasks amd he is complimenting me.
Ahould i get my ears cleaned ir is the gossips are a rumour? No way, a gossip from my colleagues will never be a lie.
"My pleasure." I say and silence takes place.
"Mr. Han," I look up at mu right and his eyeball fall to the keft corners of hus eyes. "I'm grateful to tou for choosing ne to this position but, can I know what should be done if I want to go back ti ny previous workplace." I ask.
He chuckles softly and says, "Ms. Anna," he turns his head this time. "I think you haven't read the contracts carefully."
"What do you mean?"
"It was stated in the contract,  if you want to resign you have to work for six months, with no pay." 
"What kind of a term is that?" I scowl scrunching up ny nose.
He aberts his gaze ahead and punches the brodge ofbhis nose. "Isn't it unprofessional to not read a contract befire signing in." He blurts.
"It sure is, but I was.... Never mind." I exhale. I can't talk bad abour Mr. Andrews to his boss, wven though I'm mad at him right now I wouldn't be ungrateful for all the support he gave me. This incident,  I got to go home take a call and interrogate him.
"Ms. Anna," the cold voice takes my attention.  I look at him watching him step forward and he clicks on the elevator arrival button. Was I standing with him waiting for the elevator to come up on its own? What us wrong with me? I'm going crazy...
"I wanted to promote you because I felt like you will be the best person for this position." He says and ascend forwatd as the elevator doors open.
The air around us takes over silence a d I peek a glance at Mr. Han standing next to me. He licks his lips and rubs his chin.
I turn to left and I look up at him. "Mr. Han," I call out. He looks down to his right. "Are you planning take revenge on me?" I ask.
"Revenge?" He repeats, his brows drawned together more in confusion. "Why should I revenge yoi?" He asks. Hos voice is forever dry, I cannot assume his intentions from his tone because it doesn't sound like he asked in amusement or baffled.
"For what happened in the bookstore. For tearing the book you had to buy."
"Why would I seek revenge for a book?"
"Because you needed to buy it."
"No,"
"Then?"
"I was just curious about the context.  So , i needed to see it."
"What?" I cross my arms and I take a step closer, lifting my chin even higher. Mr. Han, stays still, his posture as straight as a pole.
"But you told me you needed it on that day."
"Yes." He nods. "I needed to see it."
"Mr. Han..."
"Why would I take revenge on you for a mere book?" He shrugs.
"Mere book?" Ny voice comes out a little loud this time and he was startled as he studies with raised brows and takes a step to the other side. "I'm gonna organize a strike against you for telling that. And, the book. You just needed to see it where as I had to buy, so why didn't you let go."
"How can I see it if buy it?"
Oh, that's good point. 
I step back stamping ny feet, my blood boiling in anger to know the fact that the book was rorn in vain and he just admitted it like it was not a big deal. Damn, you just tore a goddamn book, the book. Anythings reagtds to books are always a big deal.
A loud weary sigh escapes my lips as I tuck my strands behind my ears. I rub my gace like to ease the rising fume. Inhaling deep breaths in and out I fi ally look up at him again, realising that he was already watching me.
"The other half. Where is it?" I ask.
"I threw it."
"You threw it?" I declaimed. "Why did you throw it?"
"Because I didn't meed3it anymore." He shrugs.
"I'm speechless." I groan. "You know, Mr. Han you're such a jerk." 
He was visibly surprised by my response, evident through his raised eyebrows and slightly lowered head. Despite knowing that I had just insulted my boss directly, I disregarded the formalities typically associated with workplace interactions. Anticipating a termination notice in the mail, I was taken aback when he instead responded with a smirk.
The elevator doors part and I repeat to frustrate him. "A tall jerk." I snap again and this time he just walks away like he nevr heard me. I'm really getting mad now.
Stepping out of the levator my feet comes to a halt immediately as Mr. Han stops and turns. He looks down at me and bends. 
"Let me drive you home." He offers.
Didn't i call him a jerk now and he is bothered to offer me a ride. Like seriously,  this person is a maniac.
"No thanks." I say politely after all he has some conscious.
"Why not?"
The familiar sound of the bike lifts my spirits, prompting me to turn my head to the left and glance towards the roadside. There, I spot Dylan, who has just taken off his helmet, offering a friendly wave in my direction. I respond with a wide grin, reciprocating the gesture, before shifting my attention back to my boss.
"My friend is here to pick me." 
"Is he the friend to whom you were chatting earlier?"
"Huh?" The word left my lips without my realisation.  Why is he asking me that? 
"Mr. Han, isn't that something personal?" I step back with a polite smile. "Thank you for your kindness." With that said, I walk away.
I trott closer to Dylan. He pases me a helmet and folds the bike stand. He passes a glamce behind me and back at me.
"Ypur boss?" He aks passing him smother glance. 
I nod. 
"How's he?"
"Um..." I takeba moment to think. "A weirdo." Yes, that's the right word for him, a weird jerk.
Dylan chuckles amd gestures me to get on.  I secure the helmet onto my head and carefully position myself on the back of the bike.
"Where to treat?" I ask looking at the aide mirror.
"Your choice." He winks at my reflection. 
"Usual place, the bbq bar." I cheer, and the powerful wngine of the bike roars.
"Yes, your highness." He speeds up to our favourite place.
The food at that place has always been my favorite. The distinct flavors of the chicken and beef linger on my taste buds long after I've finished eating. Pairing it with a refreshing can of chilled coke brings the perfect end to a day. Dylan and I frequently visit this establishment as the owner is also a close acquaintance. Although he often jokingly suggests that we should date, we firmly maintain the boundaries of our friendship. We occasionally throw parties at this venue, and on some occasions, Dylan's sister, Emma, joins us as well.