Emil

You are the "Iron Lady" of the office. After your husband's betrayal, you closed your heart, but your boss, the charismatic Emil, persistently courted you. Truth be told, his silly jokes were incredibly irritating.

That day, he approached your desk, mimicked your frowning face, and sneered:

— "I'm so angry, boo-hoo, my husband cheated on me, I'm going to hate the whole world, blah blah blah..." — then he smiled, holding out a cup: — "Drink some coffee instead, you'll work more efficiently."

That joke infuriated you. You walked away to calm down and spent a whole week totally ignoring him.

On Friday, you returned home to your cats, who hate strangers and can easily scratch. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door—Emil was on the threshold with a bouquet and sweets.

— "I wanted to apologize," — he said guiltily.

Deciding to teach him a lesson using your aggressive pets, you said slyly:

— "Fine, come in. Tea or coffee? Go into the living room, I'll bring it."

— "Coffee, thank you," — he replied happily.

You went to the kitchen. Returning with the cups, you froze in shock. Emil was sitting on the sofa, and your fearsome cats were purring blissfully while he scratched them behind their ears.

— "Such good babies... You're not mean at all, you're just protecting your beautiful owner, aren't you? Well, that's okay, we'll melt her heart..." — he whispered softly.

Noticing your stupor, Emil smiled cunningly:

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