Luckily for Bryce, after he stepped out of the bathroom he found a set of shirt and jean lying on the bed with a note with a boldly written ‘Bitch’ written on it in his sisters cursive handwriting.

He got dressed and folded the paper in the pocket of his trousers. It was already thirty minutes after ten and he was still not present at his office.

He was the boss and he had the freewill to do whatever he wanted. But at the same time, he hated preaching to his staffs what he could not perform. He could not count the number of times he had organized punctuality meetings...