My phone rang again, and this time, I almost fell off my chair. I looked at the screen—Chak. My hands trembled as I picked up the call.  

"Niran, come to my office immediately," he said coldly. Before I could respond, he hung up.  

I walked towards his office, my steps getting heavier with each one, as if I was marching towards my doom. When I reached the door, I knocked lightly and stepped inside.  

Chak stood by the window, his back turned to me. His gaze was distant, lost in the view outside, but his voice was as cold as ever.  

"Niran, how dare you send me something like that?" he said.  

I blinked in confusion. "I'm sorry, sir, it was a mistake. I meant to send it to my friend, but I accidentally sent it to you," I said, trying to sound confident, though my heart pounded in my chest.  

"Interesting," he said slowly before turning to face me. His sharp eyes locked onto mine. "Did you misspeak just now? You said 'friend' instead of 'boyfriend'."  

I swallowed hard. "No, sir. I meant what I said."  

Chak studied me for a moment before a barely noticeable smirk crossed his lips. "I see you have too much free time. From now on, you'll be cooking for me and cleaning my house every day."  

What the…?  

"Excuse me?"  

"You heard me," he said calmly, walking to his desk. "You'll come to my house every day. Cook my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Make sure everything is clean. And just so we're clear—you'll be living with me from now on."  

My eyes widened. "Live with you?"  

"Is something unclear, Niran?"  

"Yes, actually!" I blurted. "Why would I live with you? Why would I cook and clean for you?" My voice came out more panicked than I intended.  

Chak leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering. "Because, clearly, you have time to send ridiculous messages instead of focusing on work. If you have that much free time, I'll make sure it's put to good use."  

"I can't live with you!"  

"And why not, Niran?"  

Because I have a cat and… and…  

Chak raised an eyebrow slightly. "Your cat? Bring it with you."  

What?  

For a split second, I thought I saw the corner of his lips twitch upward.  

"Where do you even live?" I asked cautiously.  

"I'll send you the address. Be there at 7:00 AM on Monday. And don't forget the documents."  

I swallowed thickly. "Understood, sir."  

"Now, go home."  

As I turned toward the door, I could feel Chak's gaze burning into my back.  

I desperately wished this was just a dream I'd wake up from any second now.  

But it wasn't.  

What the hell is happening?  

The whole way home, I kept repeating to myself: Why such a terrible punishment?

I called Taeng and told him everything.  

"Wait, what? You're going to live with Chak?"

"Yeah," I groaned. "This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. As if I don't already have enough work, now this too!"

"Damn… Well, look on the bright side—at least you'll get to know your boss better."

"Taeng, this isn't funny,"I sighed. "Hey, do you want to grab a drink tomorrow? I need to clear my head before I move in with him."

"Of course!"

When I got home, I sat on the couch and stared at Leo, who was curled up in a ball, looking peaceful.  

"Leo, on Monday, you're coming with me to live at my boss's house."

Leo just rubbed against me and purred, completely unbothered.  

"At least one of us isn't panicking," I muttered, running a hand through my hair.  

I took a shower, hoping the warm water would help me relax, but my thoughts were all over the place. What if Chak is a complete control freak? What if he expects me to clean his house like some kind of maid? What if I mess up dinner and he fires me?

I groaned, burying my face in my pillow. 

This is going to be a disaster.

I set my alarm for 7:00 AM so I could finish the documents, but sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.  

By 3:00 AM, I finally gave up and sat up in bed. There's no point. I might as well start working.

I dragged myself to the desk, feeling like a zombie, and started typing. The hours passed quickly.  

By 8:00 AM, I made myself a smoothie, hoping it would wake me up. But even as I sipped it, my thoughts kept spiraling.  

"I wonder what I'll have to cook for Chak,"

 I muttered. "What if he has crazy expensive tastes? What if he expects a five-course meal? What if he watches me cook and criticizes every move? Crap… I don't even know how to cook properly." 

"The last time I cooked lunch for my family, I almost burned down the kitchen."

The more I thought about it, the worse it got.  

"I should start looking up recipes now,"

 I panicked, grabbing my phone. "Maybe if I memorize a few, I won't look like a complete idiot."

Leo meowed at me and jumped into my lap, interrupting my crisis. I sighed and scratched his ears.  

"You have no idea how lucky you are, Leo. Your only job is to eat, sleep, and look cute."

I slumped back onto the couch, staring at the ceiling.  

"I'm doomed."