While thinking about my next piece of content, I couldn't help but recall the CEO.
That physique, that appearance—he's no less attractive than the idols I've been following lately.
And the most important thing!!
If I were the one the CEO offered five million to, who would still be here, struggling?
I'd have already used my swivel chair to crush the greasy man's foot and, when he threatened to dock my pay, I would have told him off with a flourish.
"I quit!"
Maka, Baka, Aka, Waka, Mika...
My fantasies were interrupted by a phone call from my mom.
I answered cautiously, turning the volume down to its lowest setting, but it still couldn't block out her thunderous roar.
"Winnie Yukio! Get your butt home now!"
My home is on the second floor of an old apartment complex.
As I stood at the door, nervously rummaging through my bag, the sound of someone being scolded drifted over from across the hall.
That voice, that intensity—no less fierce than my mom's.
Sigh! What a coincidence!
"If you come home alone again, don't even think about entering!"
Looks like my mom's not that bad after all. At least I can still come in. Hehe!
hey-hey!
I spared two seconds of sympathy for the poor soul across the hall.