“Jim, maybe you shouldn’t go up there just yet!”

As soon as the words left my mouth, Jim’s steps faltered for just a moment—but then he continued walking.

Seeing he had no intention of stopping, I lifted my head and put on a faint, demure smile, my eyes arching gently with the expression. Stepping forward shyly, I took his large hand in mine and spoke softly, “Give my dad some time, I’ll talk to him slowly. I believe he’ll forgive you eventually.”

Jim, all these excuses just to meet with my dad—aren’t you just trying to win his favor so you can secure that promotion slot as soon as possible?...