The door behind him opened, and even so, Arkha did not bother to turn around to see who had entered the office. Soft footsteps echoed through the room until they stopped behind him and the desk.

“Boss, I need one more day off.”

The voice sounded in the air, soft and familiar. That voice Arkha knew well and had been hearing more and more frequently over the past few months. To be more direct, the voice was mine. Tamsy Caines.

And, setting that aside, the fact was simple: I had already asked for too many days off that month. That would be, at the very least, the fourth, always with two-week intervals between each one. What did someone have to do to justify so many absences?

“This is already your fourth day off, Caines.” Arkha replied without taking his eyes off the report in front of him.

“Hm… something happened. I really need to go…” I replied, walking around the boss’s desk. I stopped in front of him. “This is the last day off, Arkha… I promise.”

We both knew it was a lie.

“Denied. Go back to your work, Caines.” Arkha raised his gaze and looked straight at me.

A slight pout formed on my lips. Without thinking too much, I leaned forward and sat down on his lap. A smile began to appear when I saw the confusion stamped on his face. My arms closed around the boss’s neck, slowly.

“Come on… it’s just one more day off.” I leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Don’t you trust me, Arkha?”

Arkha remained firm despite the situation.

“What are you doing?”