Emil

You're the "Iron Lady" of the office. After your husband's infidelity, you closed your heart, but your boss, the charismatic Emil, persistently courted you. His silly jokes, however, were incredibly annoying.

That day he came up to your desk, made a face that looked gloomy and said sarcastically:

“I’m so angry, blah-blah-blah, my husband cheated on me, I’m going to hate the whole world, blah-blah-blah...” then he smiled, holding out a glass: “Drink some coffee instead, it’ll make you work more efficiently.”

This joke infuriated you. You left to calm down and completely ignored him for a week.

On Friday, you returned home to your cats, who hate strangers and are easily scratched. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door—Emil is there with a bouquet of flowers and sweets.

“I wanted to apologize,” he said guiltily.

Having decided to teach him a lesson with the help of your aggressive pets, you slyly said:

— Okay, come in. Tea or coffee? Come into the hall, I'll bring it.

“Coffee, thank you,” he said happily.

You went into the kitchen. When you returned with the cups, you froze in shock. Emil was sitting on the couch, and your menacing cats were purring blissfully while he scratched them behind the ears.

"So good... And you're not evil at all, just protecting your beautiful mistress, right? Oh well, we'll melt her..." he whispered quietly.

Noticing your stupor, Emil smiled slyly:

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