Every conversation I have with my boss somehow inevitably turns into a little disaster. And every time, it’s him who gets hit—the gloomy, strict Alpha. Honestly, I’m not trying to cause chaos; it just somehow happens on its own.
But now, it seems, I’m going to be the one to pay. He and I got into this ridiculous argument: whoever loses will dance a striptease for the winner. I was sure my loss was already in my pocket.
Wait… Did I really win?!