His Lovable Klutz (Completed)

Segment Seven.

♥ OMG! ♥

      Days wore on, blending into a week. Stefan walked into his office after a long meeting with his staff, his mind already racing with the next tasks on his agenda. As he entered his office, he was surprised to find Tenzin sitting there, casually flipping through a magazine.

      "When did you get here?" Stefan asked, walking over to his desk and pulling off his suit jacket. He sank into his leather Herman Miller Aeron chair, the cool material offering a momentary comfort.

      "Not long," Tenzin replied, setting the magazine aside.

      Stefan opened his laptop, the soft whir of the machine blending with the ambient office noise. He began to type, the rhythmic clacking of the keys echoing through the room as he resumed work on his latest tech project—an advanced software designed to streamline business operations.

      "Are you really going to dive into work again without taking a break, especially right after a meeting?" Tenzin asked, watching him with a muddle of amusement and concern.

      "I need to finish this up," Stefan said without looking up. "Deadlines wait for no one, you know."

      "Come on, you need a break, even if it's just for a few minutes," Tenzin insisted.

      "I'll take a break after I finish," Stefan replied, his fingers never pausing on the keyboard.

      Tenzin sighed. "How about we go to that new restaurant I was telling you about? You could use a good meal."

      Stefan snorted. "I haven't forgotten the last restaurant you dragged me to. They'll treat us like kings, huh?"

      Tenzin laughed. "It wasn't that bad."

      "Wasn't that bad? My pants were ruined! I wish I could remember the face of that ludicrous waitress who spilled the wine on me, I'd have hunted her down and make her life miserable."

      "She didn't mean to ruin your pants, Stefan," Tenzin said, shaking his head. "Accidents happen."

      "Those pants were from Italy," Stefan bragged. "Handmade. Cost a fortune."

      Tenzin rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, we know. Everything you wear is expensive and imported."

      Stefan continued typing, but his expression softened a bit. "Seriously, though, I don't want to risk it again."

      "Fine, but you still need to eat."

      "How about some McDonald's?" Stefan suggested.

      "Order us some food from McDonald's? Come on, Stefan."

      "Okay. Then ask Susan to order us two plates of noodles from Lee's Noodles. Or probably four."

      Tenzin cut him off, "Speaking of food, you should get yourself a cook. You can't go near fire, and it's way better than all these takeouts."

      "I'm fine with takeouts and no cook," Stefan said firmly.

      "You're impossible," Tenzin said, shaking his head. "But it doesn't matter because I've already posted a job ad online for a professional cook who can handle some house cleaning too. Since you fired the couple of cleaners I sent you."

      Stefan groaned. "Those cleaners were lazy and didn't do their jobs properly. Plus, I hate having outsiders in my space. Why would you do that?"

      "Because you need help, Stefan," Tenzin argued. "You can't keep living off takeouts and letting your place turn into a mess."

      Before Stefan could retort, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Stefan called out.