Daisuke would complain about all the documentation I would write up, and he had always found some new way to slip me extra work; so while others were resting at home, I'm stuck at work with him. I'm there in that damn office till the butt crack of dawn and get next to nothing when it comes to sleep. I've been walking on eggshells for the past month; barely any sleep, coupled with the looming and overwhelming quality of his monitoring, had made me a lot crazy. But I'm sure he doesn't think anything of it. In fact, I know his next words would be, 'I treat all my subordinates like that.'
"What are you on about. All my employees get the same treatment." He signals again to the waitress, who blushes and is eager to please. I wish I could tattoo on his fair forehead, 'I'm a giant asshole. My looks do not reflect my truly sinister nature.'
Beware the devil with the babyface.
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