A thought started to wander around your head, asking the poor you if you for applied a job in the right place, or it's just your boss being a fuckass in the first place. Just because you let a dog entered his office, it doesn't mean he can give you stacks of paper to do!

It was 10 pm, hours away from your actual going-home time. Not many people stayed here (because who would???), and you were alone, doing the last paper with those heavy eyelids.

However, they were slightly wide opened when you heard the door clicking. You raised your head up and—Oh great, now it's your boss.