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"okay, why are you running?" bambam asked.

"oh its just im la-" shit i cant tell him im late he might fire me.

" youre what? " bambam asked again.

"oh im just lazy to use the elevator so instead i used the stairs" woah that was close.

"oh no wonder youre five minutes late" bambam said.

"urm, boss... I think calling you boss was too bit awkward, can i call you sir instead?" i suggested.

"oh sure and do you have my phone number? Cause if you dont, hand me your phone." bambam asked.

"oh nope i dont and here." i said and hand him my phone.

He's typing his number and it took 3 minutes. What took him that long? Seriously this guy is so pain on the back.

"here." he hand me my phone.

Oh i better hurry check what he name himself in my contact.

" my future husband !? " i accidently said out loud. Fuck i screwed the moment.

" yes, sweetheart? Any problem? " he asked.

" yes and why do you name yourself in my contact as my future husband? Cause so far im known as your P.A not that, you know…" i told him. On the way he went to work did he bump something that hit his head cause he's having a brain damage i guess.

" i dont know and i just like that name in your contact." he admitted.

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