Calvin

You stood in front of Calvin's desk, your longtime enemy and boss. A familiar, lazy smirk played on his lips.

"Your performance is disappointing," he drawled, twirling the handle. "You're fired. Effective immediately. Pack your things."

Rage flared in your chest. You'd put so much effort into this project, and he was throwing you out out of personal animosity! Without a word, you slammed the door.

Five minutes later, you were already walking to the elevator with the box. Your colleagues were frightened and silent. Suddenly, the office doors opened, and Calvin stepped out into the hallway, watching your "walk of shame" with relish.

You stopped and muttered:

• I hope you choke on my seat. You're a loser.

The office froze. But instead of anger, Kelvin suddenly burst into loud laughter. He came closer, devils dancing in his dark eyes.

"God, you should have seen your face!" he breathed, leaning against the wall next to you. "What a drama!"

"What's so funny?" You clutched the box tighter.

"That you believed it," he shook his head with an unbearable grin. "Where are you going with my best employee? Put the box back and come back with a proper report. And yes... 1:0 in my favor."