On His Knees

"What do you mean what am I talking about? Aren't you the one who brought those food containers to my office?" He frowned. "If I'm not mistaken, those food containers even had our business' main logo. Those were limited edition food containers and our family only have those in the world."

The first time someone delivered his office a bouquet of my favorite flowers and the second one was boxes of my favorite chocolates. What is this man really up to? Is he on drugs these days because of the never-ending problems with his evil family?

So I opened one of the food containers, out of curiosity, and the smell of my favorite sweet and sour seafood dish lingered in my nose and was stuck in my throat, luring me to indulge my rumbling stomach for at least a bite.

Is he fucking kidding me? Whoever delivered those things to his office knows everything about me. I started to wonder what could it be next time.

Or perhaps those were supposed to be mine, but whoever that person