My Sassy Boss

Damon threw his Stuart Hughs Ipad2 on the gray ceramic tile floor but fortunately, Edward, being his forty-year-old best friend and a very attentive assistant of him, is too fast to catch it in one hand. Knowing that he’s been doing this for so many years of working for the young CEO who loves to throw things on the floor whenever he’s mad. “What the hell is that?!” Damon yelled as he ran his fingers on his pale, yellow-colored hair.

Edward put the iPad on the wooden desk then he stood straight, looking at his boss whose face is now turning red because of what he just read. “Mr. Furlord, based on our sources, an aspiring writer named Sunny Peruvian used a photo of yours as a book cover of one of her erotic romance novels. And since the people know you well, they were quick to find it and thought that you somewhat have a relationship with that…er…writer.”

“What?! I don’t even know who that asshole is!” he scowled. His sharp square jaw tensed and slightly jutted forward as his thick black eyebrows furrowed. But despite the fearful feature that he showed, his assistant was not taken aback, Edward cleared his throat and remained still. “I don’t think the woman knows you either.”

Damon’s brows wrinkled even more and his parallelogram-shaped green eyes widened as if it’s burning with fury. “Edward, who the hell in this world wouldn’t know about the Great Damon Furlord? Perhaps she came from a different planet!”

Edward held back his laughter. Despite being the most well-known self-made CEO in the country, the immature side of his boss hasn’t changed even a bit. “Get her, Edward.” Damon looked at him with sharp eyes. “Get that woman and bring her to me!”

The old assistant nodded. “Very well, Mr. Furlord. I’ll bring her to you as soon as I was able to find her.” He said then warded off the office. As soon as the door closed, Damon sank on his swivel chair, massaging his temples. His eyes found the iPad once more which made him feel insulted again. Who the hell is that woman who had the audacity to use his photo in an erotic novel?! And she didn’t just use his photo, she even made a character out of him that seems like someone who has satyriasis. Damon already had sex with few women but only when he’s bored, he never had a girlfriend or someone he loved, or did he?

His phone suddenly rang. Damon erased the thought of killing the woman who used his photo for a while and pressed his matte black iPhone 11 pro max on his right ear. “Furlord.”

“Lemon?” a sweet voice of a woman was heard over the phone. “I mean, Damon? Is Mr. Damon Furlord there?” she asked. Damon was speechless for a moment, he can’t be mistaken, the voice of the woman was the same as the girl she used to love back when he’s in his second grade. He was stiffened and couldn’t find his voice for a minute but then he gathered all of his strength and tried to speak. “E-Eris?” he almost whispered. He gulped, “T-This is Damon, D-Damon Furlord.”