After I Offended My Boss, I Found Out He Had a Crush On Me

"Ms. Collins, what do you think of Mr. Smith?" asked Adam's blind date, Chris Hall.

Adam is handsome, wealthy, and charming. He's the perfect candidate for marriage.

But I couldn't control my mouth. "Mr. Smith is mean, sharp-tongued, petty, and a stingy capitalist. You'll probably end up with nothing if you marry him!"

Chris looked at me in surprise. "Ms. Collins, what do you mean? I had dinner with Mr. Smith and found him generous and cultured."

I covered my mouth, trying hard not to make a sound.

"Ms. Collins, go on. Speak up!"

"He's faking it. The other day, the elevator broke, and I had to climb 18 stairs. I was one minute late, and he docked me fifty dollars.

"Last week, I worked overtime for a whole week. He complained I was using too much water and electricity, and I had to argue just to avoid paying extra utility bills.

"And I covered a hundred dollars for his takeout the week before. He still hasn't paid me back."

"Oh, three weeks ago, I accidentally spilled coffee on him. He deducted five hundred from my pay for dry cleaning. What kind of cleaning costs five hundred? That's robbery! My clothes only cost fifty.

"Adam is a scheming miser. Marrying him won't end well for you."

I couldn't hold back. It all just came out in a rush.

"I didn't know you had such a good memory, Ms. Collins," came a familiar voice from behind me.

I froze. At that moment, I felt like my career as Adam's assistant was over.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hall. I just took a call and have some work to handle, so I won't be able to see you out," Adam said politely. He adjusted his tie.

"Alright," Chris nodded, raising an eyebrow at me before turning to leave.

"Scheming miser?" Adam looked at me with a half-smile.

I knew I was in trouble, and my salary was probably going to take a hit again.

"If I hadn't taken that call, I wouldn't have known you had so many opinions about me," Adam said. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and put on an air of mock seriousness.

"Mr. Smith, let me explain. You didn't want to go on this date, right? I was helping you! You might have shame, but you gained peace and quiet!" I argued.

"Besides, I was just being honest. You still haven't paid me back that hundred dollars for the takeout!" I wanted to bite my tongue. I swear I didn't mean to say that. I just couldn't hold it in!

Adam seemed both amused and annoyed. "Ms. Collins, are you trying to get fired?"

"I've been wanting to quit for a while. Your demands are so exhausting that I check job sites several times a day. If it weren't for the high pay, I would've ditched you as my boss long ago."

"Oh my God! Why do I keep blurting out the truth?"

"Joanna! Do you realize what you're saying?"

I could practically see Adam's temple throbbing with anger.

"Mr. Smith, I might be sick. I've got a disease that makes me spout nonsense. No, wait! I mean, I've got a condition that makes me tell the truth!" I said, on the verge of tears, covering my mouth.

This truth-telling condition is going to cost me the job I've worked so hard at for the past two years!

Adam looked me up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. His eyes seemed to be contemplating something.

"So you can only tell the truth right now?" he asked.