“Mr Mandala” I called out my boss’s name as soon as he told me “Enter” in his quiet office. “There’s a wonderful man in the service room looking for a mopping job.”

I literally said that. Those compliment words really escaped my mouth and I laughed at myself in my mind for saying “Wonderful man”. Really, I was desperate for my crush to get the job he was looking for. But Mandala, rubbing his salt and pepper stubble, appeared to be displeased with what I said.

His red-spotted eyes were now on my pointy, ripe bosom as usual. Not strange. He flirted with me sometimes. But I got used to it, two months into the job. I only hungered for the little salary he gave me, however, I was ready to quit the job if he crossed the red line; thus aiming to deflower me.

“Hmm,” he murmured like he had a tooth ache, adjusting his white hat. He took a quick glance at a live CCTV footage on his desktop monitor and crashed my heart.

“I can’t hire that rat.” He stood up, checking out his orange jacket in my vicinity as if I was his wardrobe mirror.

In my view; his hat almost reached the ceiling as my eyes locked on his pot belly. He came out of his desk to me, placed his rough palm on my right shoulder and tossed a braid over my face with his other ring finger. “I can’t hire that namasikin (thug) to work alongside my prettiest employee.”

I hated his words and the smell of his mint bubblegum as he chewed it at my ear rob. I realised he had whispered all his words. Again. It wasn’t the first time he whispered. I believed he could do that on purpose to weaken me. But I was never moved. Not even once.

And how I hoped his hot-tempered wife would catch him one day, exercising that sexy tactic on me.

So I said “Okay” to fend him off, trying to Iean back into the door. Surprisingly, the door was a few steps away from me.

He followed me with his head, smelled my neck and said, “Pretty yellow bone, tell the guard to chase out that thug.”

“Fine, so let me go,” I said, keeping my face away from his.

He cleared his throat and released me from his grip. I turned around to walk away and I could feel his eyeballs bouncing off my hips in my mind. I closed his door and walked downstairs, unwilling to break the bad news to my crush.