Zack and Victor staggered into their home around 2:00 a.m., their faces etched with fatigue. Their shoulders slumped under the weight of their exhaustion, and every step seemed to take an effort. Zack's eyes were bloodshot, and he barely registered the surroundings as he headed straight for the home office. Victor, equally drained, ran a hand through his dark hair, a deep sigh escaping him as he followed.
As he held the doorknob, he caught Victor slipping away, rushing to his room.
"Where do you think you're going?" We only have a few days left to f**k this crap."
"I'm going to get some shut-eye; otherwise, I'll die from fatigue!"
The door swung wide, slamming against the wall with a loud thud that echoed through the quiet house. The unexpected commotion made Zack and Victor startle, their fatigue momentarily forgotten as they looked up in surprise.
"The hell are you up to at this hour?"
"Your wife is still waiting for her hard-working husband, love."
Yuna's method of making fun of Zack often took him off guard.
She stuck her head out the doorway and called Victor.
"Have a warm soup before bed, Victor. It'll help you relax and calm your body for a wonderful night's sleep."
Victor sat down, inhaling the bowl of broth with refreshing herbs. He leaned back against the couch, his posture gradually becoming more relaxed. The warmth of the broth seemed to melt away the fatigue etched into his features, and a subtle, contented smile touched his lips.
"Do not look at me with this kind of eyes, sweetheart."
A smile of pleasure twisted Yuna's lips as she met Zack's glare, which could bore a hole through steel.
"Do you know how many months the new tech product preparation is supposed to take?" Zack asked, his tone laced with frustration and fatigue.
She's not helping Victor stay awake by giving him a soothing soup instead of coffee.
She stepped closer and cuffed her hands against Zack's shoulder. Yuna gently massaged him while he was sitting straight on the swivel chair.
"Your wife is brainless and can only use her body to help her hard-working husband."
Using her thumbs and fingers, she applied pressure to specific areas of his neck. It helped reduce the pain in his head from lack of sleep and relieved his stress from overwork.
Victor hid a sudden laugh behind a cough.
"Then, how did you come up with an idea to invite those people for product launching?"
He quenched his teeth as he asked her.
When Zack looked up at her pleasant face, his face stiffened up. It was clear that he had sensed something more beneath Yuna's seemingly innocent gesture, his mind quickly calculating her motives and the underlying intentions behind her soothing touch.
"Hmm... Is that why you are working your ass off that you barely get some sleep?"
"Oh, I'm sorry."
A smile touched the corners of Yuna's mouth and played in the laugh lines beside her radiant eyes.
Victor and Zack analyzed her gesture and concluded.
'Shit! She's Yuna! Why didn't we ask her opinion in the first place?'
They were cursing their minds.
"Tell us."
The expressions on Zack and Victor's faces were utterly vibrant as they waited to hear her excellent suggestions.
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The Power Of The Powerless Gambler
FantasyDo you know the poorest woman who ever lived? Yuna moved to the city from a mountain village and took on numerous jobs to support her elderly parents and two twin sisters with special needs. She washed dishes at restaurants, worked as a dog walker...
