"what a jerk!" You said angrily we you walked out of the building, down to the parking lot. You were mad, really really mad. Because apparently the new substitute young CEO who is supposed to be "kind" and "reliable" is actually a trash. He made you work a lot of paperworks ALONE. And then rejected it after saying "not good enough." He said in a cold matter. Through to your frustrations, you kicked the wheel of a car parked with your heels. You clenched your hands and gritted your teeth. "I swear when I see you again, Gorbichav, I will-" you didn't even address him with sir. But your sentence was cut midway when you heard a hum behind you. "You will what darling?" Mikhail said. "And it's Mr. Gorbachev for you, not Gorbichav. " He corrected surprisingly calmly that it almost scares you.