Chapter 15: Apology [2]
It only took a day after Azrael's words came true.
Knox was gaping at a red Mercedes Benz parked next to his boss' car. His mouth hung open after that morning, during breakfast, Azrael threw something at him. He was shocked after seeing the brand logo on the key fob.
Knox remembered himself shuddering at the thought that something would come next, like his boss asking him to blow him or worse, so he skeptically pushed the key fob away and looked up, "I...don't think I can accept it, sir..."
Of course, Knox had a hard time refusing. But what if his boss asks for one of his organs in return?
Azrael just casually sliced his French toast and chewed it gracefully. He swallowed the food before answering, "What? Is the brand not to your liking?"
"No!" Knox answered immediately. He usually didn't care about people thinking negatively about him, but for some reason, he didn't want his boss to see him as a materialistic person. "I just don't understand why you would give me something so expensive like this, sir. I mean, I can't accept it without knowing the reason first. What if you ask something from me so suddenly and you use this to blackmail me? Or—
"And what do you think I can ask from a poor guy like you? I bet you can't even buy me a cup of coffee without worrying about how much money you need to spend for a day," Azrael sipped water from the glass while looking down at his servant who obviously looked pissed.
The corner of his mouth went upward behind the rim of the glass. These days, he couldn't help but find his servant's transparency so amusing.
Knox balled his fist under the table. To his eyes, Azrael suddenly has a very punchable face. He averted his eyes and answered confidently, "Like asking me to open my legs for you, sir."
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