My beautiful boss

"Audrey, stop!" The woman scolded her daughter. "Please don't mind my daughter. Again, she is very spoiled. But don't worry, we have some savings. We will surely pay you back for your services once you cure me."

The woman was honest about their financial situation and was polite enough to call the money as the therapy payment.

This chronic disease had troubled her for so long. She always suffered so much when she had attacks. Even medicine couldn't relieve her much.

When Peter said that he could cure her, she felt very excited and worried that he might be offended because of her daughter.

"Ma'am, you misunderstood me, " said Peter, "I'm not worried about the money. Your disease is not something that can be easily cured. Treatment takes time, and there is no way to speed it up."

The woman felt embarrassed for assuming that money was the issue right away. "I'm willing to go through treatment no matter how long it takes, young man. By the way, how long would it be?"

She asked nervously. Could it be another 3 years? 5 years? Could she handle it if it lasted for that long?

"That depends, ma'am. If things go well, it could be around a week. Otherwise, it could take as long as a month." Peter replied, a worried look across his face.

Audrey was stupefied

As she stopped herself from grabbing her drink and throwing the bottle at Peter again.

'One week or a month? That's nothing! How is that a long time? Even a fever takes a couple of days, and it's reasonable that my mom's chronic disease would take longer!

This bastard must be bragging. He's doing it on purpose!'

The longer Audrey looked at Peter, the more annoyed she became.

"Really?" the middle-aged woman asked. "Please, sir. Can you please check up on me when you are available?" The woman was on cloud nine. She almost wanted him to do the first checkup, then and there.

"I'm not available during the day because I have work. After work is ideal for me. How about this: I'll visit you this evening, after work."

The woman had been nothing but courteous and appreciative. Peter couldn't find it in himself to refuse her.

"Okay, " she replied. Although a little disappointed with the wait, she knew that it would be futile to negotiate a sooner schedule. They exchanged private numbers and went their separate ways.

The events that morning delayed Peter's travel by half an hour, causing him to be late at work.

With Bob in the hospital, though, no one was there to reprimand him, so that was good.

the basement parking

on his way to playfully tease Shelly

Peter had done, Jack's admiration for Peter shot overwhelmingly high so he wanted to stay on his good side.

employee would have been fired had he done the same thing, but Peter still worked freely with no consequence whatsoever. He could bet his

I don't think we're allowed to smoke during work hours. Besides, aren't you supposed to be working, lazybones? Good luck getting your salary

with Jack's offer.

Jack was stunned.

when you're already half an hour late? How am I the one neglecting my duty? Besides, why did you take my cigarette pack and put it in your pocket if

is bad for you, don't you know? I'm confiscating it to

good guy in contrast to Jack. What a cheeky fellow who hustled Jack's cigarettes in a reasonable excuse!

powerful background and if he hadn't been so strong, Jack would have punched

were both stifling their laughter.

'Peter is so dreamy.'

throughout the day.

calm day for Peter. He spent it on work, amusing Shelly and Lisa and teaching

us after work, Peter. We want to treat you to dinner!" Shelly told him sweetly as their shift was about

what I mean, " Peter said slyly. He'd never refuse

As for Lisa, she almost

noticed that the BMW parked beside his motorcycle was struggling

hard time manoeuvring with his

smirked. Instead of removing his motorcycle, he stood back, crossed his

her patience. 'Whose damn motorcycle is this? It occupies half of

drivers may find the feat pretty simple to do, but as a new driver,

get off the car to remove the motorcycle

he was, she got even

swear I'll run you over!" Clair yelled at Peter, rolling her

he walked right behind her car. "Really, now? Here,

this bastard mock her and her

Then she backed her car and cursed,

Peter jumped back, dismayed. "Why did you do that? My motorcycle was parked correctly! You need to pay for that or whatever. This isn't

he ran to his motorcycle to inspect if there was significant damage.

the asshole owner of the motorcycle was. Had I known

Snorting condescendingly, she zoomed away with her BMW, leaving

his motorcycle