Tseng nearly fantasized about the soft sheets that awaited him and the well needed break from work.

But ever since the vice president got remarried to some woman, who already had a child, it’s become Tseng’s unofficial duty to make sure they’re well educated. Over the course of the recent months it has just turned into unpaid overtime.

He sat at his desk, a chair pulled up next to him with you seated there. Papers scattered across the table along with an open book, he was preparing you for an exam but it proved to be almost impossible with how, for you, everything was going into one ear throughout the other while he memorized the whole page at that point.

He sighed and shut the book infront of him “are you even listening?” It was hard not to let some annoyance seep through.