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.

his motorcycle next to a white BMW in the basement

Want a cigarette?" He was on his way to playfully tease Shelly and Lisa after arriving at the reception hall

for Peter shot overwhelmingly high so he wanted to stay on his good

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

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

offended with

Jack was stunned.

an hour late? How am I the one neglecting my duty? Besides, why did

don't you know? I'm confiscating it to keep you safe because we're colleagues and

guy in contrast to Jack. What a cheeky fellow who hustled

Peter hadn't had powerful background and if he hadn't been so strong, Jack

were both stifling their laughter.

'Peter is so dreamy.'

Bella throughout the day. It seemed as though they had

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

We want to treat you to dinner!" Shelly told him sweetly as their shift was about to end. Jack felt very envious.

I mean, " Peter said slyly. He'd

As for Lisa, she almost hid under the table.

Peter was entering the parking lot, he noticed that the BMW parked beside his motorcycle was struggling to

hard time manoeuvring

it was Clair, Bella's secretary. Peter smirked. Instead of removing his motorcycle, he stood back,

this? It occupies half of the space and

but as a new driver, it was an unwelcome obstacle for Clair.

she was about to get off the

who he was, she got even

Piss off or I swear I'll run you over!" Clair yelled at

bluff. Instead of standing aside, he walked right behind her car.

dare this bastard mock her

motorcycle. Then

did you do that? My motorcycle was parked correctly! You need

his motorcycle to inspect if there was significant damage.

Had I known it was you, I would have given it more kicks!" Clair

smirked, gloating. Snorting condescendingly, she zoomed away with her BMW, leaving

Peter jumped on his motorcycle and started