âItâs my first day at work.
What mess could I possibly have caused?â
Dulcie asked, puzzled.
Kyson stubbed out his cigarette irritably and advised coldly, âStay away from the women in the company.
If anything bad happens, take responsibility.
â
âDonât worry.
I wonât cause you any trouble, Mr.
Shaw.
â
She angrily pinched the seat belt and turned her face away.
âMr.
Shaw, is there anything else I can do for you? If there is nothing else, Iâd like to return to work.
â
Kyson glanced at his watch.
âItâs past the end of the workday.
Why are you still going back?â
âI havenât finished recording the data.
â
Dulcie turned to open the door but found it locked.
Kyson inserted the key into the ignition, stepped on the gas, and sped out of the underground garage.
Startled, Dulcie clutched her seat belt tightly and exclaimed, âWhat are you doing? I said I want to get out of the car!â
âYou should rest after work.
Why donât you complete your tasks during office hours? No overtime.
Go home for dinner.
â
Dulcie was at a loss for words.
She stared at him, not knowing what to say.
Was he truly this domineering?
Kysonâs demeanor suggested a cold command: âIâm hungry.
Have dinner with me.
â
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Dulcie remained undeterred.
âMr.
Shaw, this is unreasonable.
I havenât finished my tasks.
How can I present them to the director tomorrow? You wouldnât want my salary docked on the first day, would you?â
Kyson sneered, focusing on the road with no intention of turning back.
âIf not for Kurtâs intervention, youâd have been fired today.
Do you think your salary is still at risk of being docked?â
Dulcie was again speechless.
She had never encountered someone so outrageous before.
As a boss, shouldnât he appreciate and support employees willing to work overtime without pay?
Yet, he insisted she refrain from working late and instead join him for dinner at home.
Noticing her frown and evident anger, Kyson found it peculiar, as if he was bullying her.
He clarified, âIn the company, you are my employee.
Outside, you are my wife.
You should listen to me.
â
Biting her lip, Dulcie lowered her head, feeling slightly aggrieved.
Kyson occasionally glanced sideways at her, noticing her perpetually watery eyes, which accentuated the delicate beauty of her green irises.
With her golden curls and striking features, she resembled an ethereal figure, appearing mistreated and downtrodden by him.