President, Please Keep Your Love

The colleague sighed and nodded in sympathy.

Jenny turned and whispered with a smirk, "Yeah, keep faking it."

"Joy, the boss wants you."

Why is he calling me again? I only wrote two reports.

Ugh, enough is enough.

Could my writing really be so terrible that it keeps bringing the big boss back to scold me again and again?

But as soon as I walked in—"Your cat's missing?"

So, it's not about the report this time?

I saw Vincent squinting, a mischievous smirk edging his eyes, still toying with that fuzzy ball.

I blinked, "Mr. Hale, how did you know?"

"I just saw a missing cat post online with your contact info on it."

Throwing in extra cash really widened the net, huh.

Finally caught a break online, guess you do have a conscience.

Huh?

"Why are your eyes red?" he ventured.

"My cat's been gone for three days, I'm afraid he might never come back."

Then I heard—Just wanted to make you sweat, I decided to stay away a few more days.

Forget it, I'll come back in three days.

Make it two days. I'm not that spiteful.

How about tomorrow?

Looking at Vincent, his eyebrows twitching and his eyes darting back and forth, I had an idea.

"Mr. Hale, I have a favor to ask."

He continued to knead the fuzzy ball, lazily replying, "Hmm?"

I cleared my throat, "My internship ends in a month, could I possibly get brought on full-time, maybe with a raise?"

"Give me your reasons."

I almost sobbed, "I need to earn more to find my cat, I can't go on without it."

As soon as the words left my mouth, Vincent leaped up like a shot, "Say that again."

I pinched my hand hard, tears rolling down, "My cat is so adorable and well-behaved, I truly adore it, I need to make more money, I must find it."

"Not that part."

I paused for a second, "I can't go on without it?"

That's the one. She can't live without me.

Tomorrow morning, no, tonight I'm going back!

My goodness! I yelled internally.

I could hear Vincent's thoughts—he was my cat that had been missing for three days!

He had just said, he's coming back tonight?

Was it the cat coming back, or...

I watched Vincent, his face barely concealing his excitement, and I was thrown into turmoil.

After work, I quickly took a cab home.

As I approached the entrance of my apartment complex, I spotted that familiar luxury car parked nearby.

So, it wasn't the cat?

Mulling it over, my steps toward home grew slower and slower.

When I reached the building, the lights in my apartment were off, nothing unusual.

After hesitating, I gathered my courage and went upstairs to open the door.

The sound of running water filled my ears as I rushed to the bathroom.

Thankfully, it was the cat, back home.

He was enjoying a soak in the bathtub under the shower...

If it weren't for the day's surreal events, I would never believe that this soaked cat in the tub was the high-and-mighty Vincent.

Holding back my remarks, just as I was about to start scrubbing, the cat suddenly leaped into my arms, meowing nonstop.

Instead of picking it up with my usual disdain and calling it a stinky cat,

I tenderly grabbed a towel, drying and comforting him, "Lucky, it's great you're back. We'll never consider neutering you again, we won't do anything you don't like, just whatever you want to play with or eat, okay?"