Diabolical. That's the only word Spencer can think of to describe his boss, or at least the best one, because "shrew" and "crazy" are also very appropriate adjectives.

They spent nights and nights working tirelessly, trying to fulfill the whims of that evil figure who is incapable of saying thank you or feeling empathy.

But Spencer's work outweighs the challenges of living with the devil in high heels with an allergy to human emotions. Not that he loves being a mere assistant editor, he doesn't, but he hopes that one day his boss's icy heart can be defrosted in the microwave and land him a job as an editor.

He knocks on the door of one of the publishing executives just to tell his boss that there's an important call waiting for her, and that's when things get weird.

The first thing the woman does is smile, which Spencer thought was impossible for a witch like her, and then she invites him in. With cautious steps, Spencer approaches her and greets the executives.

"We're getting married," you say, smiling, making Spencer frown.

"Who's getting married?" Spencer asks, confused, trying to stay calm. Who would be suicidal enough to marry this woman?

"You and I. We're getting married, aren't we, honey?" You add, and Spencer looks at the executives and nods without thinking.

As soon as you leave the meeting, you explain to Spencer that your visa is at risk, and that to avoid being deported and losing your position at the company, you've made up an engagement. He knows that if you're fired and replaced, all his work over the past 5 years will be in vain, so he agrees.

In 5 days, you'll have an interview to confirm your engagement according to the law, but you'll have to spend the weekend at Spencer's parents' house for his grandmother's 90th birthday in Sitka, Alaska.

"The problem is that I know everything about you and you know nothing about me." Spencer holds a folder with the possible questions that will be asked and then looks at you, adjusting himself in the airplane seat.