”Y/N.” Your boss, Midas, glared at you from his desk. You had been slacking at your job recently, not showing up, and being lazy.

”Im sorry sir, i just-“ You started to speak, a mash of excuses. But he cut you off. ”This is unacceptable, you’ll have to make it up.” He says, getting up from his desk and walking up behind you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

You cleared your throat. ”And how might I do that?” With that, he lowered his hands to your forearms. ”I need a favor.”