The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

After the incident, Josie’s popularity in the design department was no longer what it used to be. People would gossip whenever she was around. Those that were extreme would deliberately bump into her just to insult her.

She put up with all of it.

“It’s alright.” She would comfort herself. It was nothing compared to her salary.

…

At night, Dexter reached home late after attending an unplanned meeting.

He shrugged off his coat and changed into his indoor slippers. As he was about to head upstairs, he noticed a slim figure curled up on the sofa.

The woman seemed to be restless. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she mumbled in her sleep.

He went up to her and listened.

“Get out of my way, you bunch of stupid admirers… Stay away… Let me earn my money…”

He furrowed his forehead speechlessly.

How badly off is she that she’s even dreaming about earning money?

At that moment, the laptop screen before Josie flickered. Dexter noticed an interior design plan opened on the screen.

Although it was just a rough draft, Josie’s ideas and thoughts that went into the design were apparent. Every stroke of the drawing showed off her skill and talent in designing.

A rare look of admiration flashed across Dexter’s face. But he was bewildered.

Why was she under the radar for all these years if she had such talent?

“Nghh…”

sleep. A teardrop fell from her eye and sunk into

and watched as she

“Dad…”

in his eyes turned into

the room. Dexter made

“Bring her a blanket.”

and went up the

The next day.

confused as the blanket draped

The maid’s voice rang in Josie’s ears as she exercised her stiff shoulders and said, “Thank

could say another word, Josie hurried upstairs to

managed to

headed to the elevator for employees when

have become the company’s joke if she didn’t hold on to the nearest

up with a frown to see one of her

the man’s look of disdain was seared

She was speechless.

true that hares may pull dead lions by

“Get in.”

the cold, deep

sense of foreboding when she looked over to see a

the offer, Mr. Russell. I’ll just wait for the next elevator.

and

was

pain she was expecting didn’t arrive

breath caught in her throat as the