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Thomas couldn't count how many times he laughed, really, too many to count. He was so satisfied, to the point where his stomach started hurting. Surprisingly, he didn't feel the usual traffic jam on the Sudirman-Thamrin road tonight. Was it because of Olive's story that kept making him burst into laughter?

"Want to repeat that?" Thomas asked.

"Do you enjoy making fun of me so much?" Olive responded. "I'm not joking anymore, you know. I'm actually quite irritated. Extremely irritated!" Olive folded her arms across her chest. She was also puzzled why the story about Dela flowed so smoothly, just like the title of a song playing on the radio in Thomas's car.

He hadn't forgotten how his reflexes made him pull his boss out of the room. Thomas? Well, he was just fine with it! Being pulled by Olive meant avoiding unnecessary confrontation, no matter who saw it. If he were to be blamed, it would become hot gossip in the office. That way, Thomas could easily point out th