Stupid Tim

Meanwhile, Timothy Cheng, who was yawning even at this hour, waits for Hailey's ring. He glanced at the boss's door. He understood that yesterday was not a good day after getting involved in another gossip. And this time is worse. But he did nothing to delete the news. 

'But why do I have the feeling that I was the one being punished?' 

Last night the business deal was successful. After he accompanied the client, drinking till midnight after signing the contract, he exited the bar and went home to have a fantastic sleep. But it had been four hours since he was in dreamland when his phone didn't stop ringing. 

However, he can't ignore the call from his boss. 'Damn!'

And this boss never called him before the sun rose unless they had already set a day to leave the city early for business trips. But it's not the case this time. His boss called him at five in the morning to give his order to bring him some breakfast sharp at 7:00 AM!

And it was like he hadn't had someone to make him breakfast at home! He has a woman to do that. But it looks like the two had fights because of the issue yesterday.

His boss left home before seven in the morning. And now his mistress came over to give something to him.

'It must be a peace offering.' Tim mused. He glances at his phone; exactly, Hailey rings on him. He quickly rushed to the elevator and went down to the parking lot.

When the door opened, he immediately spotted the yellow Ferrari in front of the elevator. Tim walked toward the car and waited for the window to roll down. It took away his breath when he saw the girl in front of the steering wheel.

No. He doesn't have a thing for his boss' mistress, though, just in a contract… However, he knows how to appreciate beauty, and he compliments his boss's woman inside his head, secretly, yeah.

Hailey smiled warmly at him, showing her beautiful teeth. He scanned her face and couldn't trace any makeup but a pink lip gloss. She wore a white sleeveless blouse paired with a denim skirt and pink slippers.

In his mind, Tim wondered if she had a sister. He will surely court the sister!

"Hello, Miss Hailey." Tim bowed politely.

"Hi, Tim! Sorry for troubling you. But could you hand this to Vince?" Hailey said, pointing the bag to the passenger seat.

"Why won't you give it in person, Miss?" He teased, and Tim just wanted to see her reaction. And it's priceless.

Hailey blushed. She smiled awkwardly, "No. I don't want to bother him when he's busy at work. Besides, I have my class at 1:15… I must squeeze the traffic to the university soon and have lunch." 

"Ah, right…" It means she is troubled coming here to give a peace offering to please the boss. 'Dang. Are they on that stage already?' Tim mused.

"Okay, Miss Hailey. Please, have a safe drive on your way back."

Nodding, Hailey widened her smile as she thanked Tim. "Thanks!"

Tim took the bag to the passenger seat. It feels heavy. 'How many dishes did she cook for the boss?'

He wondered if he had a share. But it looks like all in this bag belongs only to the boss.

'What a lucky bastard.'

Tim waved his hand and followed his gaze to the leaving car.

Now he has to deliver the peace offering. Hoping the boss is in a good mood and works nonstop since he steps inside his office. He canceled all his meetings today, allowing no one to enter the office but his assistant.

'That's me. But I'm afraid to knock on the door.' Tim thought. 'Is it safe for him to knock?'

Standing in front of the President's Office, Tim heaves a long sigh. 'Here we go!' He cheered himself after a minute and remained standing outside the door.

The three secretaries outside the glass partition that separates his table and the President's Office from them are watching him helplessly. Later then, finally, Tim gathered the courage and dared to knock.

Waiting patiently for the boss to give his permission, Tim heaves a sigh of relief when the boss lets him in. Tim saw his boss sorting blueprints on his long table as he stepped inside.

"What is it?" Vince asked flatly, not caring to turn around at his assistant. 

Tim gathers his courage. He clears his throat. "Ahem. This is for you, Mr. Shen…."

Vince glanced over his shoulder; he noticed the blue lunch bag in Tim's hand. He asked curiously, "What is it?"

"Miss Hailey dropped it just a while back." Tim watched his boss's reaction. He raised a brow but didn't avert his gaze from the bag. 'Heh. You just pretended, but you couldn't hide how your eyes twinkled. You are excited to know what was inside.' But Tim won't dare to voice it out, of course.

Vince pretends he is less interested to know what is in the bag. Obviously, it's food. Nonchalantly, he told Tim, "Just place it on the coffee table."

'Come on, boss! I know you are excited to know what was inside!' Shaking his head, Tim strode to the coffee table and carefully placed the bag. He was about to announce his leave when his boss muttered.

"Why didn't she give it in person?"

The question astounded Tim. He mused, 'Certainly, she's afraid of you. What did you do then, boss?'

Waiting for his reply, Tim started bathing sweat when the boss raised his brow. 'Could he read my mind?' Tim mumbled to himself.

"Ahem. Miss Hailey had to leave right away before getting stuck in traffic. She has her class soon," Tim replied. He ensured that it sounded like the boss's fault if she were late for her class. Because of their fight, Miss Hailey has to prepare him lunch as a peace offering. But this effort made her sacrifice her classes. Tim was delighted with his ways of thinking. He observes his boss's reaction, and he seems to have fallen into deep thought. 

But in Vince's mind, he knew that Hailey had two hours before her class started this afternoon. Of course, he knew her class schedules. How dare his assistant try to accuse him of it being his fault? Stupid Tim. 

"Okay, thank you," he said coldly. "You can go… Ah, wait…" Vince changes his mind; he walks toward his office table and picks up his wallet.

Tim, we were puzzled when the boss handed him his membership card to a famous restaurant.

"Take them to lunch."

Tim quickly ponders whom the boss is talking about. "You mean everyone, Mr. Shen?" He wanted to ensure that the boss was referring to all the executives for treating lunch.

"Yes."

Tim bowed. He left immediately before the boss changed his mind. 'Heh. I'll order the most expensive dish! That's my reward for waking me up too early in the morning! It looks like they better fight. When the boss is angry, the mistress will do her best to make a peace offering… After that, the boss is in a good mood to treat us to lunch!' 

Pushing a smirk on his mouth, Tim posted a chat to their GC.