"Boss, your coffee."

You placed the black coffee on his right hand side. High-quality coffee beans, no sugar, no milk.

He didn't even look up. With his pen, he drew a sharp line on the contract:

"Redo it."

You didn't argue. You simply quietly picked up the document. Three minutes later, you handed him back a revised version, even the punctuation was precisely adjusted to his preference.

He finally raised his eyes, his gaze falling on your face:

"Are you free tonight?"

"This project requires your help. It's double overtime pay. It's also convenient to take you home together tonight."