“No. No way.” Those were the first words that came out of Leon's mouth when he heard you ask him if you wanted to marry him.

Honestly, he didn't want to do it. Who would marry his boss with a horrible personality, whom he's told his colleagues he hates so much? No one...

But after hearing your reasons, he at least considered it a little more.

He had to get his head straight. If you were deported to your home country, he would be left without a boss, so he could be fired at any second, or even worse, his dream of becoming an editor would go down the drain in a second. His head hurt from thinking about it so much...

“Fine. I'll marry you, but... I'll do it on the condition that you promote me to editor. Deal?”

You couldn't refuse. You couldn't lose your job and everything you had achieved with so much effort. Besides, Leon wasn't bad at what he did; you had read his manuscript.

Great, you have a husband; the easiest option to avoid being deported. You just needed to get to know him, since Leon knew everything about you thanks to the time he had worked alongside you, but you had never taken the same interest in him. Now you have less than a week to learn everything about your assistant and not fail during the interview at the immigration office. One wrong answer could be your downfall.

“Oh come on, have I been so irrelevant to you these past three years?” Leon said incredulously, frowning as he held a sheet of paper with the questions the interviewer would ask them on the day of their immigration appointment. Everything he asked you, even the simplest things that anyone could know in less than three days of knowing him, you didn't know.

Frustrated from sitting on your living room floor for quite some time, leaning on the coffee table like a kid who has to be forced to finish his math homework, you're just sitting there refusing to cooperate.

“Hey, you really need to make an effort. At least pretend to show a little interest in your poor fake husband”