The Bad Boss

                                    

                                          
                  
                          
It hasn't even been 1 week since you started to work at this company, and you totally hated your boss already. You weren't even his assistant, but he kept giving you these papers and orders you to bring coffee to him and even cleaning his office. 
 "God, I hate this." You sighed to yourself, as you were alone in the elevator. The doors hadn't closed yet and there was only one person walking up to the elevators. You prayed that the doors would close before he gets here, that he would be able to wait for the next one. But he managed to get inside, even though you pushed the close button right when you saw him. 
 "Good morning, Miss ______." He smiled at you and you bit your lip, managing to give a smile to him. 
                          

 "Good morning Mr. Wu." You said as you looked down. The person you hated was standing next to you in the elevator. Your boss, Kris Wu. Sure he was super hot and sexy in every way, but his personality was the worst. But he was only like that to you, bossing you around and making you do what he wanted. He had an assistant, but he gave all the work to you, giving Mrs. Lim a long vacation as you made your job plus her job. 
 "Miss _____. I need you to stay after work today. I have an very important meeting tomorrow, and I need to have my desk and room cleaned to the very spot on the ceiling." Kris smirked as he talked to you, like you were his assistant and taking notes of everything he was saying, which you weren't. You bit your lip, fighting the urge to shout at him that you weren't his f*ucking assistant and that you weren't going to clean his office, and instead gave him a faint smile. 
 "Off course, Mr. Wu." You said as you bawled your hands into fists behind your back. 
                          

 "Great. See you later _____." He winked as he walked out of the elevator. You heaved an angry sigh as you saw him walk down to his office. There was really something about him that seemed off to you. He would always be nice to everyone, except you, and you had no idea why. 
                          
Doing your own work you looked at the big clock on the wall. 8 pm, and Kris hadn't come yet. You did have the key to his office room, but you didn't think that it would be such a great idea to walk into his office without his permission. 
 So you stood there, outside the big doors to his office, holding the key in your left hand as you played on your phone with your right. 
 "Oh, Miss _____." You looked up to see Tao, one of your colleagues, smile at you as he walked up to you. 
 "Zitao, what are you doing here this late?" You asked as you put down your phone into your back pocket. He smiled as he looked down on you. 
 "Just getting some work papers. But why are you here? Shouldn't you have gone home like 4?" He asked and you bit your lip. 
 "True, but Mr. Wu gave me another task." You sighed as you crossed your arms over the chest. "Cleaning his office room?" Tao asked and you nodded, bitter of the truth. 
                          

 "Good luck, I have to go now." He walked away and waved at you through the elevator. 
                          
You stood there, not sure if you should just go in or not. 
 "The faster I'm done, the faster I can go home." You thought to yourself as you unlocked the office door and walked inside. The room was dark but you could still see how messy it was, and when you lit the lamp you just wanted to scream out loud. 
                          
"God, he's so messy! What is this?" You asked yourself as you pulled up a pair of panties. You dropped them on the floor as soon as you saw what it was. 
 "God! He's really a perverted man!" You shouted to yourself as you pulled your hair up into a ponytail. It was time to clean his room, even if you didn't want to. 
                          
It took you about one hour to clean the entire floor from its dirt and cloths, and Kris still hadn't come yet. So you started to clean his desk, sorting the papers and putting the pencils in the jar and dusting the table. As you sorted his papers you found a small photo. You stared at it and furred your eyebrows; it was a picture of you. 
                          

 "Why does he have a picture of me?" You asked yourself, not knowing why he has it. Not looking into it more you continued to sort his papers.
                          
As you where to put down his papers in the drawer, you gasped at the sight of what was inside. You immediately looked around to see if he was somewhere inside already, or that someone else was, but you where there alone. You gulped as you put down the papers onto the desk and took up the things that were inside the drawer.