Imagined BTS MAICHARD Stories 💛
Mr. and Mrs. Faulkerson are back for more kilig, cheese, mush, emo, kisses and harot in this third installment of Payb Takes.💛
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So sorry this came super late. 🙏
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"Mendoza, get in here now." His stern voice called over the intercom.
"Fuck! Ano na naman?" I grunted as I got up and picked up my pen and notebook.
"Naku, mukhang galit na naman yang boss mo. Sabi sa'yo patikman mo minsan para lumamig ang ulo." My friend, Sheena, naughtily quipped when she overheard the VP for Treasury snarl at me again for the tenth time this morning.
"Siraulo ka talaga. Di ako type niyan. Baka itapon ako palabas ng bintana." I said. "Sige na. Lumayas ka na dito. Eto na ang kailangan mo. May pirma na lahat yan ni RFJ. Baka hinahanap ka na din ng boss mo." I told her as I give her the documents asked by the VP for Operations to be signed for their department's budget.
"Naku. Cool lang yung si Ma'am Ina, busy yun kausap ang jowa niya. Pero, beshie, sinasabi ko talaga sa'yo kaya laging mainit ang dugo ng boss mo sa'yo kasi nag-iinit din ang laman niya." Sheena laughed as she sashayed out of my office.
"Mendoza! Ano ba? Get in here now." The devil, I mean, my boss yelled yet again.
"Yes, boss. Andiyan na po."
I ran to his door and took a deep breath before turning the doorknob.
"Yes, Sir?" I asked with a little smile as soon as I got inside.
Kala mo ha? Smile pa rin ako. Bahala kang ma-high blood diyan. Leche!
He eyed me from head to toe with that darned stomach-churning glare of his. It was always that way when he calls me in, the stare-down, the cold shrug, the focus-on-the-paper-I'm-holding move and the head shake, all done to intimidate me but I am not one to be easily fazed.
