Mr. Demonio: The Insufferable Boss

Prolog

Yawnnn...

I let out a wide yawn, rubbing my watery eyes—both from sleepiness and from staring at the computer screen for far too long. The digital clock in the corner of my desktop flashed 11:25 PM. I sighed, rubbing my temples, fighting another yawn that threatened to escape.

"Aren't you asleep yet, Elsa?"

I turned my head slowly. Hana, my friend, was standing in the doorway, her brow furrowed.

I snorted, letting the annoyance bleed into my expression. “How can I sleep when I’ve still got half the work he left me with?”

Hana bit her lip, and from the glint in her eyes, I knew she was holding back a smile. I glared at her, daring her to laugh.

She only shook her head, amusement sparkling in her eyes. “Come on, El, you’re working like the world’s going to end tomorrow.” She crossed her arms, somehow looking calm even as I tried to contain my frustration. “You’d better get some sleep and recharge for tomorrow.”

“Easy for you to say,” I muttered, glancing back at the screen. “Your boss isn’t my boss.” I waved at the endless spreadsheet he’d handed over with a lazy, “Need this by tomorrow morning,” as if he hadn’t left it until the last minute. “Honestly, sometimes I wonder if he’s just seeing how much he can get away with.”

This time, Hana laughed, patting my shoulder lightly. “Well, you’ve survived him so far,” she said, reassuring but not entirely comforting. “Try not to stay up all night, okay?” She wished me good night and left me alone in the room.

Once she was gone, I let out a deep sigh and finally decided to press Ctrl+S. Save. It was already late, and I was exhausted. To hell with whether I’d finished everything perfectly or not. I shut down the computer and dragged myself toward the bathroom.

Okay, first, let me tell you guys: life isn't as simple as one plus one equals two.

What makes you stick with your jobs? A reasonable workload? Supportive supervisors? A passion for the work itself? For me, it was simple: money. Pure and simple. I knew too well how hard it was to find a decent job these days, especially as a fresh graduate. Companies now mostly want people with experience. Which I don't have—obviously.

And it’s not that I hated my job as a marketing staff. The work itself was a blend of challenges and routines I could handle. But him? My boss, Mr. "Too Important to Meet His Own Deadlines"? He made me want to scream. Like tonight—if he hadn't given me the work last minute, I wouldn’t be awake right now, wondering if I’d survive the week without snapping.

That's why I'm telling you guys: life isn't easy. It takes a fight. Even if it's just a fight to keep your hands from scratching someone's face.

My bestfriend, Hana always says there’s no such thing as a perfect person. Everyone has their flaws, their quirks. Some people might have looks, but maybe their attitude falls short, and vice versa.

I agree. But my boss… My God, he redefines “flaws.”

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