I reached the office earlier than usual
— shocker, even before the boss. First time in forever, honestly. I sat down at my desk, leaned back, and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to soak in the rare peace. Not long after, I heard two familiar voices calling my name — Mira and Ana had finally arrived. Time to discuss our little revenge mission.
I opened my eyes to look at them and—oh God. They really came prepared like actual detectives. Black suits, serious faces—one had her iPhone out, probably to capture HD evidence, and the other? She'd packed some random weapons for "protection." I don't even want to know what she was planning to do with those.
As more employees started arriving, I quickly hissed, "Hide that stuff and act normal! For God's sake, don't look so suspicious."
That's when I heard his voice from behind me.
"Oh, so the day has finally come when you understand the importance of time."
Here we go again.
"Now bring me my coffee and the files I gave you yesterday. In my cabin."
I forced a tight smile. "Okay, sir."
And just like that, mission 'Spy on the Boss' was temporarily paused — because now I had to go play secretary barista.
I handed him the files and coffee like the good little secretary he expects me to be, then returned to my seat to continue working — or at least pretend to, since our minds were all stuck on one thing: The Plan.
The three of us sat, silently counting down to lunch break like it was a national holiday. And finally… ding. The bell rang, signaling freedom — and showtime.
Everyone rushed out like they hadn't eaten in days. I glanced at Mira and Ana — they were already geared up, eyes sparkling with anticipation like two agents on a secret mission.
We knew where the lovebirds had their last "romantic" moment — near the end of the hallway — so we quietly snuck to the reception counter halfway down. The receptionist was already gone for lunch (bless her soul), so it was the perfect hiding spot.
We crouched behind the counter, and just in time — I heard their voices approaching. I already had the voice recorder open on my phone. Ana hit record on hers too and placed it strategically on the counter where it could capture everything, but stay out of sight. I placed mine too for backup — double audio, double drama.
After triple-checking that both devices were recording (paranoia at its peak), we hunkered down and kept absolutely silent.
Their voices were getting closer.
Judging by the awkward flirting echoing down the hall… they were at it again.
Now, all we had to do was sit tight, stay silent, and let the evidence speak for itself.
As the bell rang again, signaling the end of lunch break, we heard the click of the office door closing behind them. The moment it shut, we popped up like meerkats and rushed to grab our phones — and thank the heavens, everything was recorded perfectly. Voices? Clear. Angle? Flawless. Evidence? Secured.
Just as our coworkers started flooding back in, we darted to our desks like nothing had happened. Sure, we skipped lunch, nearly got caught, and maybe even risked our jobs... but honestly? Totally worth it.
Now, you're probably wondering — why are we going to such lengths? Why all the spy movie drama?
Well… let me give you a little background on our dear boss and his lovely wife.
His wife? Oh, she's not just some random woman — she's the daughter of a billionaire mafia boss. Yes, that mafia. Her father is one of the top five most powerful and feared men in the world. When he talks, people listen. Or run.
And our boss? Back in high school, he was just a basic nobody. Average looks, zero money, absolutely nothing special. How he managed to make her fall in love with him is still one of life's greatest unsolved mysteries. Her father obviously hated the idea and nearly had him erased from existence — literally.
But thanks to his daughter's nonstop begging and dramatic breakdowns, the mafia dad finally agreed to the marriage… on one strict condition:
That this man would never, ever break her heart or betray her trust.
The company our boss runs? Yeah, that was a gift from his father-in-law — a way to help him earn good money and provide a stable life for his wife and kids.
And now? The man's out here cheating with an intern who doesn't even know how to fix a basic file. When his wife finds out about this mess, he won't just be in trouble — he'll be six feet under. That's exactly why this evidence matters.
Not only has he been treating us like garbage — giving us endless overtime, refusing to increase salaries, and running shady deals behind the scenes — but now he's stupid enough to leave proof lying around.
So here's the plan: we're going to use these recordings to put some pressure on him. He either cleans up this toxic mess, or we make sure his wife sees everything. Let's see how long he stays standing after that.
Since it was already dark outside and the office was slowly emptying out, we decided to save our grand confrontation for tomorrow. Not the safest idea to stir up drama at night — especially with our lives and jobs on the line. We quietly finished our work, packed up, and headed home.
First thing I did? Save those files on both my phone and laptop — no way I'm letting all that risk go to waste.
After freshening up and eating dinner, I finally collapsed into bed, hoping for a peaceful night.
But nope — the dreams were back.
Dark again. No vision. No sound… except this time, something was different. I heard a voice. Faint, distant — but definitely there. It sounded like a man calling for help. I couldn't see him, couldn't figure out where it was coming from, but it felt... real.
I jolted awake, breathing heavily. My heart was racing like I just ran a marathon. I reached for the glass of water on my nightstand and took a few big gulps before checking the time.
Almost time for my alarm to ring. Great.
Guess that was my cue to get up and face another day — because today, I wasn't just dealing with one mess. I had a real storm to handle.
As I was halfway through my breakfast, Mira and Ana called — already at the office, buzzing with excitement. "Hurry up before we miss the big show!" Mira said. Great. No pressure. I immediately jumped up, tossed the rest of my toast, and got ready to leave.
Before stepping out, I double-checked everything — slipped the USB and my phone into the hidden pocket of my bag (no way I'm losing those now). That's when my eyes landed on the pepper spray lying on the corner of the table. I remembered Mira joking about bringing weapons for protection — well, this one's practical and fashionable. I tossed it in too. Time to go — and maybe, just maybe, finally make our lives a little less of a corporate hell.
After reaching the office, me and my partners-in-crime were all set to confront him… only to be hit with unexpected news.
Now the real question: should we be disappointed that we didn't get to execute our epic revenge plan — or thrilled that karma beat us to it with even better results?