Even though his desire to go home was strong, an email from the head office forced Thomas to delay his departure. For Thomas, his job had to be done well. If he couldn't finish it today, he could still work on it tomorrow, but when it came to matters requested by the head office, he couldn't postpone them.The upcoming audit files, scheduled for a week later, had him feeling quite overwhelmed. Besides the end of the month approaching, he also had to tidy up some paperwork, especially in the administrative department. He wasn't afraid of audits, but as Thomas had known for years, every time a major event was approaching, the audit team would look for any gaps to reduce the branch's ratings.That's why Thomas often insisted on administrative matters conforming to what the head office wanted. Even the smallest issues, such as unclear copies of IDs, could backfire. He reached for the intercom nearby, contacting Marta and asking her to double-check the audit files before th

Waking up past seven in the morning, Olive wasn't rushed to get to work. She was free from traffic for these two days, and that's what she had yearned for during the weekend. While cooking, she did laundry and in the evening, as there were no plans for a date with anyone, she wrestled with ironing her uniforms to make them neat and tidy. Olive had forgotten how long it had been since she had a boyfriend.Having a boyfriend could be troublesome at times. That's why Olive was reluctant to get involved with the opposite sex. She hoped someone would come and propose to her. Her prayer was to find a kind-hearted man, not arrogant, humorous, capable of comforting her when she felt restless and anxious, good at saving money, not extravagant with cigarettes or any other varied hobbies of the man. Oh, and most importantly, someone with the same faith and diligent in worship.But all the fantasies of her enjoyable weekend were shattered when her phone kept ringing incessantly. W

"Olive, what's wrong?" Darius asked shortly after placing a tray of French fries, burgers, and various sodas. There were some other snacks, but the main attraction was the crispy fried chicken, Riana's favorite."How should I know?" Riana grabbed her portion and also set aside a few orders for Darius and Olive. "This kid's been acting like a hungry monster.""You're weird!" Olive finally lifted her head from the table, where she had placed it since earlier to clear her mind. How could she forget the incident from this morning so easily? She was annoyed with Thomas Adam to some extent, though not too much.But... there was a "but."Why did it have to be Mr. Matthew who suddenly greeted them?! Oh, God! If it turned into gossip all of a sudden? What would Olive do then? She had already promised never to get close to Thomas again, and yet she herself had broken that promise. Why did Marta's image suddenly appear at Olive's doorstep a few hours ago? So, she co

Thomas grumbles softly."At the office, if I make coffee, I'll be hated by everyone," Olive says casually. With laughter and meaningful glances at Thomas's coffee cup. What does that mean? Olive knows she deliberately made salty coffee for Thomas.If she remembers what happened yesterday, there was a sense of satisfaction, no doubt about it. But the problem is, the turmoil didn't just end like that. She has told everything to Darius and Riana. Their response? Laughter, of course. They said Olive doesn't know how to appreciate it. Being liked by the boss isn't a good thing; it's a source of distress.Where does the boss's fondness come from if it's like this? Olive hasn't found a suitable correlation in Riana and Darius's words. Sharing with them didn't make Olive feel any better. In fact, it's getting worse, especially when she entered the office this morning.Because here's the problem.Thomas asked for a day off.Said he had a stomachache.

What did Olive say about wanting to visit Thomas? It's bound to be a problem!Sure enough, since she arrived, Thomas has been very sarcastic towards her. Fortunately, Olive can categorize this as her own kind of luck. Her coworkers have all gone home; she didn't encounter a single one there. Only their traces remain in the form of a fruit basket and a few small bags of food."Mr... Are you feeling much better?" Olive asked, mustering her courage. She needs to see Thomas's face first before asking. Even though he's lying in front of her with a scowl, coldness, rudeness, sarcasm, and sternness, Olive can't just stand there doing nothing, right? It's pointless to be in Thomas's hospital room but remain silent like this."What do you think?" Thomas asks while glancing at Olive standing at the end of his bed. "What are you doing there? Did you change your status to a nurse in this hospital?""No, Mr. Thomas," Olive said, looking down."Sit here." Thomas