Arya
I pushed him on the couch and went to take out ointment from my cup box. Walking around to him, I held his hand and applied that medicine to his wound. When I was done with my job, I said smugly, "Aren't I responsible secretary to you, sir? Look, I have a kind heart to tend your wounds. Now be a good boy, and go back to your work. I also have lots of work to finish." He is smart enough to know I am insulting him openly without fearing losing that damn job. If he files against me, I would show him hell if I have to.
He was looking at me strangely. I smiled sweetly and patted his head. Bad move. His expression was telling me he would do something which I regret somehow. Like I fear you, old guy.
Ignoring his eyes, I was to turn around, he held my hand and pulled me toward him. My
