So F/N cought me masterbating.

FUCK

"Levi, you stupid little shit. Couldn't you wait until you got home to do your filthy deed. Now F/N knows what your cock looks like, your dirty little fuck." I was stressed because I had to go to so many meetings, file hundreds of paperwork and I just didn't have time to think straight.

I sighed and put my junk away and then washed my hands.

Think of the bright side Levi. Even if F/N did see your cock, what if she liked what she saw?

No. I can't think like that.

I had everyone on cleaning duty because the building needed cleaning. I had employees clean literally every floor, even F/N. I couldn't treat her any differently just because she was my secretary.

Not that she cares. As long as she has a job and Hange's not on her ass she could care less about what her job is, as long as she gets it done that's all that matters. That's what I like about her.

But she doesn't like anything about me. She just probably thinks I'm a grouchy asshole.

I found her screwing around with horse face and I was very mad. Mad that they would rather fool around with each other then clean the building that's supposed to be their work environment.

So I punished them. I told them that they each had to write an 1,000 word essay giving a summary about what it's like to work at Ackerman Corp and and what kind of a boss I am.

I punished F/N because it bothered me a little that she was playing around with Jean.

Could I be.....

Jealous?

No Levi, don't let those thoughts get to you.

"And I want my papers done by tommorow." I said and then clocked out.

Mr. Ackerman cought us fighting over the broom and now we both have to write this 1,000 word essay explaining about what it's like to work at Ackerman Corp. This unfair to me because first of all I was only trying to get the broom from Jean so I could sweep the floor. And second I just started working here. How can I write a summary about working here if I'm not used to this place yet?

I explained all of this to Mr. Ackerman but he didn't give a single fuck. He didn't want to hear any of it.

" 'And I want my papers done by tommorow.'" Jean mocked. "Well come do your papers then, asshole."

"You know all of this could've been avoided if you just, you know.... Gave me the broom like a normal person. This is all your fault."

"You know it could've been worse." Jean said. "We could've cleaned the bathrooms."

"Shut up, horseface." I snapped. "If you had just given me the broom like I asked we wouldn't be in this mess. But because everything is a joke to you here we are."

"Oh I wouldn't call it a mess. It's just a couple of papers. Come on." he chuckled.

"You do realize that it's 5:00 pm and we're the only ones still here? In case you haven't noticed everyone else already left and went about their business yet here we are." Damn. Levi Ackerman sure knows how to torture somebody and here I thought Moblit was overreacting. Then again this was the same person who called me a filthy klutz.

"Feisty, aren't we?" He teased. This was like his tenth time teasing me today. I wonder what his deal is.

Doesn't matter. I was already finished with my paper.

"Done." I said as got up.

"Wait Wait Wait, your done already?" Jean said in astonishment.

"Well, yeah." Growing up with strict and abusive parents taught me to be shy and quiet, which leads to me getting my work done faster. A 1,000 page essay in 5 minutes is nothing.

"Now all that's left for me to do is to put our assignments in a folder and put them on Levi's desk. So hurry up." I said.

"Now F/N, there's no need to rush me." he teased again. (Seriously what was up with this guy.) "I'm not a teacher's pet like you."

"What? I'm not a teacher's pet! I just-" then I thought that there was no point arguing with Jean. So I just replied with, "Hey, you promised me that you were going to show me around the city, remember? So hurry up and finish so we can leave already."

That got him to work faster. "Anything for the girl." he said as he scribbled cursive on his paper.

Jean finished his paper in 5 minutes and when he did I slid both of our papers in a folder that I had to give Mr. Ackerman tomorrow.

"So, Y/N.... Can we go on our date now or what?" asked Jean.

"It's not a date, Asshole. Now get your things. We're leaving."

He smiled. "Yes ma'am."