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It was a long day from work and the thought of coming home to a nice comfy bed made you even more desperate to finish up the loaded stack of paperwork your boss had given you.
He even threatened you to finished it by the end of today and of course, your brain completely shuts off the sound of his loud blabbering to prevent itself further more frustrations.
You and him never had a good interaction ever since you started working here - quite surprise, he didn't even bother trying to fire you yet despite that your existence would always get on his nerves.
Times had passed, you barely bother to utter any words to anyone, including one of your closest collegue who tried to offer for you to go and have brunch with him, but expectantly, you simply just waved him off and continue to bury yourself in finishing the paperwork.
Hours felt like minutes to you as you barely take any notice to your surroundings. You looked up from your desk for the first time and looked outside the window from your perplex view to see that it's already night time.
You let out a big yawn, not bothering to cover your mouth because you knew that there's barely everyone around and there's nothing to be embarrassed about from yawning without covering your mouth. (a/n: istg one of my friends always hate it when I yawn without covering my face like she'll cover my face and flips me off)
Stretching yourself like a cat, you sighed deeply, glad to know that you've finally finished all that darn paperwork from your uptight boss.
You got up from your seat, legs barely able to hold your torso properly as you pack your things and organized the papers.
It was also more convenient that your boss's office stood right about a few feet from your corridor so you wouldn't have to waste another energy of yours.
Another long yawn escaped your lips while you walked to the office. Once you're right in front of the door, you pushed opened it with one free hand as the other clutched the thicc stack of papers.
You let out a small breath, then proceeds to open the office door and walked straight to your boss's desk.
Expectantly, no one was there and the room was dark, reeks with the smell of a woman's expensive perfume. You couldn't recall the name of the perfume, though you couldn't care less about that.
