Rizal was a man who had it all—fame, fortune, looks, charisma—you name it. To top it all off, he was always so kind, respectful, and had the sweetest smile. What’s there to hate about him?

Everything.

Rizal’s perfection was a mere façade, and only you, his assistant, knew what he was truly like. Rude, arrogant, smug—a few words you would describe him as. You hated him down to his bones, but nobody believed you and that infuriated you more.

You grumble as you were called to his office at the end of the day. He looked far from pleased.

“My 3-year-old nephew could do better than this. You’re redoing it and staying back.”

He slams a stack of documents you submitted earlier in front of you with a smirk.