"JERGEN, the Marketing Department needs the layout approved by the President," said Catheya who was sent by the said department.

"Jergen, what did Boss say about what the Advertising Department sent?" Susan said.

"Jergen, the report said by the Accounting Department, has it been approved by the President?" Danya.

"Jergen, the lot transfer to Mr. Hubella, the boss has already signed it?" asked Daisy.

"Jergen, where is the payroll for you and the President? And has the President signed the other papers so that their salaries can be entered into the employees' accounts?"

Jergen likes to fix his hair while the employees in front of him talk at the same time.

Argh! Shit!

It's like his head will explode with the amount of work that isn't his! But he should just relax. He doesn't want to be stressed early.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Then, she smiled. "I'll get back to you all. Just give me thirty minutes. Everything is ready. I'll just look for it on my table, okay?"

"Alright," the employees in front of him said at the same time and they left.

Jergen let out a deep breath. He would go crazy if it continued. Why is his boss so lazy? Don't want to go in and just want to chill and relax.

Even though he was annoyed and stressed, he looked for the necessary items and delivered them to the departments that needed them. Then the next thing he worked on was the layout reports for the houses. He needs to compile them into a folder before showing them to Lysander for approval. Then he read the reports of each department one by one to see if the boss's signature was needed or not. Unfortunately, everything has to be signed.

He just stopped working when someone tapped in front of his desk. He looked up and frowned when he saw a delivery boy.

"Do you need something?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

The man smiled and he knew it was an effort. It was part of his job to smile at the customers. "Hi. I'm Emman." He took out some packed food from the big bag he was carrying. "Here's the food Mr. Lysander Callahan ordered for Miss Jergen Camince. Is he here?"

He showed the Company ID. "That's me." One of his eyebrows twitched. "Mr. Callahan ordered?"

"Yes. He has already paid."

Jergen accepted the plastic he was handing, then opened it. His jaws watered at the sight of his favorite food.

"Alright, Ma'am, I'm leaving. Thank you very much." After saying that, the delivery boy left.

He took the cell phone and called his lazy boss who immediately answered. The one who doesn't do anything.

"Boss—"

"Yes. I ordered for you," Lysander interrupted what he was going to say. "I'm sure you haven't eaten yet."

"And how can you be sure?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"Because I called the cafeteria. You haven't eaten there yet." It was dropped. "I'm getting worried, Miss Secretary. I don't want you to die of starvation."

His heart beat fast but he immediately rebuked it. He was just being his lazy boss, Lysander. This was what he did best. Pampering his employees.

"I have a lot of work, Boss, unlike you—"

"Blah, blah, blah," he interrupted what he was about to say. "I know I'm lazy so don't repeat that. I just don't feel like working, okay? And I'm your boss. Now, eat."

"I have more to do—"

"Eat," he said with emphasis. "The expensive food I ordered for you. You'll pay for it, you might think it's free. Deduct it from your salary, okay?"

His eyes rolled. "You are a jerk, Boss."

"Yes, and you're so bossy. Now, eat then get back to work. I'm paying you to

work—-" He ended the call, then he also turned off the cell phone so his lazy boss wouldn't call again.

He ate quickly, then immediately returned to work. He needs you to finish because it's the first Monday of the month. He still had a lot of reports to read before signing that with Lysander.

Jergen didn't realize the time. When he looked up, he saw through the glass wall of the office that it was already dark outside.

"It's late?" he asked himself, then let out a breath. "Damn, I'm going to cook for Boss."

He stood up quickly, then slung his tote bag over his shoulder. He took the folder that contained only the papers that he was going to sign with Lysander and hurriedly boarded the elevator.

It's a waste of money. It's just a stomach too.

WHEN Jergen and his boss OPENED the door, he immediately entered his house which is right next to his high-tech barn.

"Sorry, I'm late. Traffic, eh," he said.

"It's okay." Lysander closed the door behind him. "Anyway, the ingredients are ready in the kitchen. It's up to you."

He faced her and gave her a piece of paper on which was written what he would pay her. "Six hundred and fifty in the taxi because of the traffic, plus my effort in sitting in the taxi and my long patience, that's one thousand. Plus my cooking skills, that's three thousand, Boss. And of course, I will serve and will set the table, so that's plus two thousand."

"Hmm..." That was all he heard from the man's mouth.

He raised his eyebrows. "Anything you want to say, Boss?"

Amusement danced in his deep brown eyes. "Nope. Nothing."

He gave it a hard time, then he went to the kitchen and placed his bag on the edge of the island counter. He put on an apron and started cooking.

He cooked simple pork steak which is Lysander's favorite and chicken ala king which is also one of his favorites. He had no choice in the dish to cook because his boss had already bought the ingredients and there was a note stuck on the stove telling him what to cook.

"Done," he said, then went to the dining room to set the table and serve.

When it was over, he looked for Lysander. He found her in the living room—facing her laptop.

"It's over," Jergen said to get the man's attention.

He looked up at her. "Great." He stood up, then handed him the laptop he was holding. "Here. Finish what I'm doing. I'll get some champagne from the cellar."

The laptop looks crumpled as he accepts it. "There is a fee."

"Yes. I know." His boss said in a matter-of-fact voice, then left.

He sat on the long sofa and put the laptop on his lap. He looked at what his boss was doing and finished it.

Jergen's lips parted when he saw that he was chatting with someone. That's the owner of an online shop that makes customized sizes of condoms. Yes. He knew the guy because she sometimes chatted with him to order Lysander's condoms.

The same size, Mr. Callahan? asked its chat partner.

He replied. Yes. Six point six circumferences and the length is like a Durex XXL.

His cheeks heated up as he replied. Goodness. This had always made her blush.

"How's this for a wine?"

Jergen was startled when he heard his boss's voice. He immediately looked up at it. "Huh?"

He showed him the wine. "From 1930. Like it?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Why are you asking me?" He removed the laptop from his lap, then placed it on the center table, and stood up. "Anyway, I've already ordered what you're ordering."

Lysander examines the bottle of wine as he speaks. "Did you say the exact size?"

Her cheeks burned. "Yes."

"Good. Because that fucking Durex XXL is tight." He tsked, sounding annoyed. "I need something with a wider circumference. It's strangling my cock—" he paused and looked at her, lips parted. "Sorry for the too much information."

He looked away. "I've known that for years, so no harm done."

What no harm done?! He almost smoked from the heat of his face! This was beyond awkward! This was super weird and super green. Green is like erotic green.

"Okay." He took a very deep breath. "Anyway, I just want to ask..." He paused for a second. Then he approached her, then grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her towards the dining table. "So, ahm, my question is... how much would I pay to have dinner with you?"

His gaze flew to Lysander who was looking at him intently. "W-what?"

"Dinner. With you. How much?"

His lips parted and he blinked. "What?"

Lysander rolled his eyes. "How much?"

His eyebrows met. "Boss, I'm only selling my skills, not my free will."

"Oh." He looked down at the dining table. "Looks like I'll be dining alone then."

The cut on Jergen's forehead deepened. "How's your date?"

"Not coming." He sat on the chair and looked at her. "Go. I'll be okay. I'll wire the payment for your service tomorrow."

He suddenly felt heavy. She could feel it in herself that she didn't want to leave him. So whether it was a good idea or not, he sat down in the chair across from her and met her gaze.

"This is free," he said.

The corners of his lips rose. "Yeah? That's a first."

"Yes." She smiled. "Let's eat."

Lysander smiled and started eating.

They were in the middle of a quiet dinner when Jergen remembered something. He suddenly left the dining room and took his bag from the island counter and brought it to the table.

"I got this for you, Boss," he said, then took out from the bag the payroll of the two of them that he needed to sign for the salary for the past month to be entered into their account. "Sign it."

Lysander stopped chewing. "Your boss..." He pointed to himself. "And that's me, eating. Show some respect."

He sat down, then placed the ball pen and papers on the table near it. "Sign it, Boss. Eat later."

He gave her an arched look. "You're giving me orders now?"

Jergen's eyes were lifeless as he stared at the handsome face of the person in front of him. "Boss, do you want me to list the stress you caused me during the two weeks you were absent? And at the end of the month when there was a lot of work." He faked a smile. "Now sign it."

Lysander grimaced. "Stop that smile."

"This fake smile will only go away if you sign that."

He sighed as if what he was doing was too difficult. "Now?"

"Yes. I might forget later. It's needed tomorrow." He folded his arms. "If you don't need money, change me. I need my salary. I have two brothers who are studying in college and I have parents to support."

Lysander sighed heavily. "Yes, yes, I get it, Jergen. Don't poke my conscience anymore." He picked up the paper annoyed, then read it. Then he looked at her in disbelief. "You cut my wages?"

He replied with a dog smile. "I told you I will, Boss." He drank water, then smiled sweetly. "You were gone for two weeks last month, and that's fifty percent less."

Lysander's face was barely painted. "Then why is it only twenty-five percent of a month's salary if you put it here if the deduction is fifty percent?"

"The remaining twenty-five percent is for all the stress that you have given me last month." His smile got sweeter. "See below? The one with my name? Yes, that. See? The salary you lost, I have because I'm the one doing your work. All you do is sign the papers. You don't even read them. "

He scoffed. "It's your job to read them and it's my job to sign them."

She rolled her eyes. "So twenty-five percent for you for signing the papers." He shook his head with a sarcastic smile. "Signing papers is such a talent, Boss. That uses up the ink of a ball pen. Round of applause for you."

Lysander signed the paper, then looked at him. "You're insulting me again, Jergen. May I remind you that I'm your boss? I'm the reason why you have a salary every month."

He finished the food on the plate, then stood up and gave her a fake smile. "I also remind you that you haven't come in for two weeks. Without me doing all your work, you'll be in the office working your ass off." Then she glared at him. "You're very much welcome, Boss." Then he took out the purchased lubricant from the bag. "Here. Your lubricant. Have fun with that weird stuff." He struggled with it, then slung the bag over his shoulder. He also took the champagne that was on the table. "And I'll bring it home. After all, you have a lot of champagne in your cellar." After saying that, he left the dining room with big steps.

He thought Lysander hadn't followed him because he didn't hear any footsteps. That's why he was surprised when someone spoke behind him as he opened the door to leave the house.

"Hey."

He looked at her. "What?"

"I'll drive you home. It's getting late, you might get sick on the way." Lysander's face was very serious. He's not used to it like that.

"I'm fine. I can handle myself."

"No. I insist." He approached her, then took her hand again and pulled her out of the gate where her car was parked. "Hop on."

Does he have a choice? He opened the passenger seat and got in. He also got into the driver's seat. As they moved forward, he opened the window, then closed it when he felt the wind.

"What are you doing?" asked Lysander in surprise. "Roll up that window. There is air conditioning."

"I do not like that." He crossed his arms over his chest. "You'll take me, fine with me, Boss. But turn off the air conditioner. I can't stand that."

He blinked numerous times before speaking. "No air conditioning?'

"Nope." He shook his head so that it entered his mind.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and focused his eyes on what they were going through. "Fuck. I'm gonna die later," he mumbled but she heard him.

Jergen's eyes just rolled. "It's art. Fresh air is better, eh."

"Yes," he said as if he had given up. "You win. Keep that freaking window open."

He smiled as he glanced at him. "Thanks, Boss."

"Yeah, yeah, but there's a fee."

He wasn't surprised anymore. "What do I pay for opening the window? "

There was a strange sparkle in his eyes that immediately disappeared so he couldn't read it. "You'll see. We'll get there."

Instead of answering Lysander, he just leaned his head against the side of the window so that the wind would hit his face more. It would be embarrassing to throw up in his boss's Lamborghini.

That would be a total disaster.