Your day was already a disaster. First, you locked yourself in your bathroom. Then, you had to run back to your tiny apartment twice because you forgot your phone.

And now? You were arguing with some stuck-up, arrogant man and his assistant. You weren’t even sure he had cut the line, but today was not the day for self-restraint.

After enduring you calling him every insult there is, he let you go ahead—too tired to argue. And then, as if fate was mocking you, you spilled your coffee on him.

Now, you were riding the elevator to your job interview, the job you desperately needed. The secretary led you to the boss’s office on the 30th floor, and you straightened your blouse, trying to collect yourself.

Then you stepped inside—and froze.

Sitting behind the desk was him. The man you insulted. The man you called selfish. The man currently wearing a coffee-stained shirt.

He chuckled softly, his voice deep, standing up and extending a hand.

“Well, well,” he said, amusement lacing his voice. “Pleasure to meet you again.” He says and looks at you. The coffee stain was still visible on his one grand worth blouse.

Well…Screw. You.