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    “Why did you ask for me?” I asked Zarsuelo.


    Zarsuelo called on the telephone a while ago, saying he wanted me toe to his office.


    “Can you ask the cafeteria if I still have my sweets?” Zarsuelo said.


    “You should have told me about that when you called,” I told him. “It’s early in the morning and you are going to pig out already?” I asked him back.


    It’s early in the morning and he already wants to eat sweets?


    “Pig out is too offensive!” He growled. “I am craving some sweets and I wanted to see you too.” he added.


    “That is pigging out.” I told him, avoiding the other sentence he said.


    “I said that word is too offensive!” He growled again.


    So he doesn’t want to bebeled as pigging out, so I’m going to put it on my key card against him.


    I drew near him and looked at his garbage can beside his table.


    “I know you ate already, then why are you asking for more? Isn’t it too much taking that in the morning?” I asked him.


    The cleaners don’t leave any garbage every day. So, I am sure that he ate those sweets a while ago.


    “I can’t concentrate while working, my phone is in your pocket. I can’t help but keep wanting sweets.” he answered, exining his side.


    Every morning, because of the incidentst day, he will surrender his phone to me.


    That strategy helps me,to get him to finish his work as early as possible.


    When I was still not working here, and I asked him if he had finished his work, he would answer-saying he is done with them but the truth is, he was still not really done.


    Procrastinating is the right term for it. If the deadline is near, that is the time he will start doing his work.


    I know his strategy by observing him for two months now.


    “Then let me hug you for a few minutes again. I won’t eat anything sweet now until afternoon!” said Zarsuelo, suggesting his high-paid ideas.


    “Hug yourself.” I said.RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    “Tch,” he muttered. “I did not make you guys wear shorts and I am asking for a hug but to no avail? Can’t this morning be good to me?” He muttered again, almost talking to himself and not letting go with the idea he came offst night.


    “Ask for your choctester. I willgo back to our room.” I told him.


    “Wait!” He eximed. Preventing me from going out. “Sit here.” he added, pointing to the chair in front of him.


    I need to gratify this oddball first.


    “What did you eat for your breakfast?” He asked, smiling widely.


    “Coffee and some buns, why?” I answered. “How about you? Aside from eating sweets, did you eat breakfast?” I asked him back.


    He scratched his forehead, smiling at me weakly.


    “I was not able to eat breakfast. I don’t have any housemaids in my house, and I can’t cook, right?” He answered.


    “Why don’t you hire one? or call for a delivery.” I told him.


    “I never thought of hiring. I always wake upte. If I call for a delivery and wait for it, I will bete in my work.” he replied.


    “Let’s go down and eat at the cafeteria.” I said and held his wrist.


    “I have to do this again tomorrow, so that you will be worried about me.” he responded,ughing from behind.


    This oddball Zarsuelo is surely high maintenance.


    As his babysi-secretary, I even told him to just sit and wait for me.


    “Here. Eat.” I told him.


    “Thank you, Wife!” He eximed, so I hit his head.


    “Shut up and eat.” I warned him again, showing my fist.


    I look around if there is someone who can hear him. It might cause a scandal inside thispany, and it is not good to hear, especially if it is me.


    “It’s good to hear you calling my wife. You should really be my wife. So that I don’t have to worry about my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And also, I have someone to talk to in my house.” he excitedly said while eating.


    “Can you please stop talking about that topic? I already told you to find someone you can toy around with, not me.” I replied.


    Keeping my hands off under the table, or else my fist will definitely fly into his so called handsome face.


    “I will try not to, but I won’t promise,” he answered, smiling widely. “Anyway, did you meet Layzen’s babysitter?” He asked.


    “Yes, why?” I answered.


    “How is he?” He asked again. “Is he handsome like me? Is his voice more cooler than mine? How about his clothes? Does he wear nice clothes?” He asked continuously.


    Well, I met Layzen’s babysitter this morning. I did not expect him to be so young, although we are both the same age. He looked like he was young as well.


    I even asked him why he epted the babysitting job. Then he told us he is a webtoon artist and he has a character like Layzen’s age. So he wanted to do the babysitting and know some information about kids as well.


    “Is he really better than me? You looked like you were thinking about him.” Zarsuelo said, snapping me from the reality.


    “He is much better than you.” Imented, mocking him too.


    “I want to see himter after our work.” Zarsuelomented.


    “No need.” I told him.


    “I insist.” he replied, eating fast as well.


    He is more worried about our babysitter than about his breakfast or work.


    After Zarsuelo ate, I went to the marketing department. Aeron texted me that the n formercials and flyers was all done. They just wanted me to check what they did and if I could add some or what.


    “Here you are.” Aeron said, when he saw me enter their room.


    “So, finished them already?” I asked him.


    “Of course. It was held for a month, so before you ask, we already prepared them.” Aeron confidently answered.


    Yes, themercial and flyer n were held for a month because we were upied with the event we did with Mr. Andrade.


    I also told Mr. Andrade my real name before he could speak the wrong one. I am thankful that Mr. Andrade does not mind what Zarsuelo did and evenughs at what I have said, saying that Zarsuelo is scared that he might ask me to work for him.


    “I did not know that this department was awesome, huh?” I remarked.