Two Can Play A Game

[Johan's POV]

He anticipated the critical stares and the nasty rumors. Heck, he expected violence or some sort of physical retaliation from the guy he strangled with the strap of his bag. He's even prepared to have an audience with the Human Resources Department.

Johan didn't expect a shitty secret admirer bullcrap. Unless they're trying to play a sick game or something.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Johan flicked the rose to the side and turned his monitor on. Nothing. Fuck. The computer was turned off. He turned to one of the girls beside him. "What time is it now, Mommy Thesa?"

Thesa glanced at her monitor with panicked eyes. "It's already eight fifty-nine, Jo!"

"Can I log in from your PC for a sec?"

"What? How?"