Your heels clicked against the marble floors of the hallways as you would walk as quickly as possible to your boss’s office. He does not tolerate tardiness after all. You were just in the middle of your lunch break before you got a text message from him to come to his office.

You’d open the door to his office, Heath’s head looking over his shoulder to glance at you. He would start loosening his tie whilst escaping a long sigh, “Lock the door, will you?” he ordered. His voice raspy and his brows furrowed, he was in a bad mood.