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My Babyfaced Boss is the Devil

If your boss was a handsome stylish man with a baby face but acted like the Devil himself, what would you do? A) Slit his throat? B) Kill yourself and end it all? C) All of the above Read to find out if there is a fourth option and if that option is "Make him fall hopelessly in love with you." I wonder what Ho Mizuki will pick, is it even possible to love a handsome babyfaced devil? And could he even love her back? [Cover Art is drawn by ME] ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- PREVIEW ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- "Ho Mizuki. You incompetent moron, can you do anything right?" Dark eyes wide with anger dug into my soul. His handsome babyface now cloaked with his usually gelled-back ink-black hair, swayed with each gesture he made. My manager's right hand whizzed past his face and smacked into his other palm as he accentuated "Urgency" and "Mockery." It made me want to laugh (spit flying and all) in his stupid, self-absorbed face. Good thing I accidentally spilt my morning coffee on him. Because my manager's usually pristine white button-up was now brown and blotchy from the grainy coffee served at the "fetid and plain hotel." His words, not mine. With his stained shirt, dishevelled suit jacket and ungelled hair, he assumed his authentic appearance. An escaped asylum patient, which was how I and the rest of his subordinates viewed him as.

SomethingLikeDeSun · Urban
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48 Chs

As socially inept as the Devil

"Park Daisuke, we can't do that." The lady approached him slowly, obviously trying to reason with him.

"You wouldn't want me to 'make' you do it now would you." She gulped and hurried to the back to do as she was told. As they packed up everything in the store, Park Daisuke's shoulders slowly rose and lowered.

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Now what?

I alongside many mall-goers stared at the heap of fashionably packaged dresses, suits and shoes. When Park Daisuke said he would buy me new shoes, this isn't exactly what I had in mind.

"When you said you would buy me new shoes, this isn't what I expected." I gawked at the heap, wondering how I would or if I even could carry any of them. "Who are the dresses even for?" Where they for him? Was he the sort to secretly enjoy wearing women's clothing? I'm not judging, I would just like to know who I'm dealing with. I reached to pick up a glittered box only to have it quickly swiped out of my hand.