Dorothy's POV

When the sound of local instruments started playing, I got myself back and remembered I normally place sweets in my short pocket.

I think I should swallow my shame and pass it to my boss as my gift. If he doesn't accept it, it won't be a new thing to me because he is damn rich.

"Boss I also got something for you, it's small but you might like it." I gave the sweet to him.

He took it and what I loved him doing was his smile, "Been a while I had this." He said.

I felt whole that he loved and accepted it.

Boss and I...