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The Pranking My Boss
Romance "Sir is already there." Venus immediately approached me to alert me that the manager of the coffee shop where we worked was coming. Venus is my cousin and we are friends.
"Is my face okay Mars?" He fixed his messy hair at the same time. I'm telling you, Venus is really dead to our boss. I don't know about that. The perfect figure of the man we were expecting entered from the main entrance. As usual, there was no expression on his face and his big arms, chest and stomach were clinging to his clothes.
"Mars, pranks are the trend now, can you try to prank Sir." My cousin whispered while sniffing at the man.
"What are you? Prank your face." Who's a fool to play pranks on that? I might be splashed with hot coffee because I'm so angry.
"Hurry up, let's just try bro. All right, this way, I'll pay for the groceries and bills in our condo unit and then you won't pay the debt to me anymore."
"What are you? I still don't want it, you're the only one who has a crush on you, sir."
"Even so, I already have jowakels so we have no hope of that real thing. That's why it's easy to prank hahaha." Venus can be real, it seems like she is not an employee of her jinajudge.
"Porke ni prank will become jowa immediately? Alright, alright, I'm willing as long as it's a deal?" I really need money, so Venus' help is a blessing. I want to enroll in the entrance.
"Oh, really !" He covered his mouth because of his scream. "I didn't expect you to say yes, but go ahead. Do it like this, it's your prank. You should make the customers believe that you're joking and then pretend he's crazy hehe. I'll make a video."
"Game, as long as the conversation is"
"Natasha." Remember, he made the first move on both of us. Yes, my boss calls me Natasha. Full of fierceness, I walked in front of him and I really felt that I was acting for money. It's up to us if we get fired, we'll just look for another coffee shop to apply to.
I slapped him, not just one but three more. All the customers gasped because of the loudness of my slapping him.
My knees softened because sir's face and neck were red for some reason I don't know. Anger or because of the pain he feels? I don't know, maybe both.
"How dare you cheat on me?" I screamed loudly as I poked him.
"What?"
"You don't have the right to explain. I saw it with my two eyes when you kissed your woman!"
"yield?"
"Are you going to deny your sin until this point? You're a human being. I hit him on the chest at the same time. Shock, the hardness ah.
All I could hear around me was whispering and the person in front of me now was a statue. He widened his eyes at me to signal that I stopped my foolishness but I made my acting even more intense.
"You said you love me, you said I'm just me. I kept on shouting and asking for help while I punched his back as hard as a rock. "bring medown!" I don't know where this man is taking me but we left the coffee shop and he held me like a light thing that he didn't waste his strength because he only used one hand to hold me.
"Let's just talk girl." and he put me inside his. You might like
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