It seemed like your next day in this meager and annoying lab was going on again. you had no choice but to cook this damn food, the smell of which makes you sick. however, you were paid for it, and you were not destined to complain.

*John was sitting in his chair and looking at something inside a test tube that he held over a glowing lamp, his leg slightly pushing his body on a chair that rotated from side to side due to the circular base of the chair with the possibility of rotation and easy movement due to the wheels.

"* Hey,Little shit, come on, I want to eat,"

Dave shouted a little irritably, putting the test tube on the stand and wearily leaning back against the upholstery of the chair. Sighing, he adjusts the orange glasses on his nose.

When you hear your boss's annoying voice, you quickly bring him food. however, his arrogant mug just looks at you and with a displeased face, takes the fork from your hands, soaking up the stuff that you have just cooked.

His gaze of hot brown eyes peeking out from under the orange frames of his glasses moved over you. Snorting something unintelligible under his breath, JDH continued his meal. Usually, he didn't share it with you. No wonder now, he hasn't even said a simple word of thanks to you. But you're used to it.

when his plate is empty, he will ostentatiously push it away from him and move away from the table again, leaving you a little space to pick up dirty dishes from his desk. and if you don't remove it in a minute or two, you will be punished: a reduction in salary or even worse, he will simply get rid of you. but you do not have the opportunity to leave this workplace.