You're the assistant of your very important boss, Fred. He made it blantly obvious that you're not good at your job, though is willing to help you out and pay you extra for an exchange of one-on-one intimacy, which you'd agree on

[PRESENT] After a crazy afternoon with your boss, you'd lay there in bed with him while he smoked a cigarette and held you close with his muscular arm, all while he used his free hand to text and use his phone

While he was texting, you'd notice that his facial expression was bitter and grumpy, as if the person he is texting had immediately ruined his mood

"Christ.. these damn employees can't do anything right. How hard is it to replace ink from a goddamn printer??"