Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Joy could never quite figure out how to handle Austin, her boss. It was like walking on eggshells - or more accurately, like trying to grill the perfect hamburger for a man who only ever criticizes your cooking. One occasion, right in front of everyone, he demanded, "Grill me a couple of beef patties, will ya?"

Joy, in a subtle act of rebellion, deliberately overcooked his burger until it was more char than beef. Austin took one bite, discarded the rest, and without missing a beat, swiped the perfectly grilled patty off her plate.

Then there were the times he'd summon her to his office for a 'chat' that felt more like being put in the stocks in the town square.

Joy seethed with anger but kept her mouth shut.

Her only solace was in privately conducting little 'hexing ceremonies' behind his back.

Once, the team leader stumbled upon her mid-curse and gently suggested, "Isn't cursing the boss a bit... harsh?"

Joy defended herself, "It's not like it's going to come true. If there were any justice in this world, I'd be rich by now and wouldn't have to put up with his nonsense."

The team leader, perplexed, asked, "Then why bother?"

"You don't get it," Joy retorted, "It's my way to blow off steam after being run ragged. Can't I have that?"

but hastily declined when

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chuckled, "Your employee sure has some

forced a smile, quickly steering the client

a ghost returning to her desk, realized she'd have to be on her best behavior from now

returned, he

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at her screen full of gibberish, Joy wished she could curse out loud

without another word on

was the calm before the storm. With the end of the year approaching, she feared the worst. Would he use some petty excuse to fire her? Or worse,

when to play it smart. She decided to make