Working for the I.M.P was already a stress to you enough, but it was also funny due to the way Blitzø always argued with the employees or clients. You knew Blitzø was having an affair but he rather have called it a ‘transactional f*cking’ with Stolas, but you knew all about it.

Currently, you were all in the office until Blitzø tapped you on the shoulder. “Hey, I need your help.” Blitzø spoke, sounding… nervous. He tugged slightly on his suit as he gulped.