Chanmi quietly and peacefully sipped her tea with closed eyes in the comfort of her home as Jackson put ointment on his scratches and bruises.

Jackson warily looked at her just as her eyes snapped open. His blood froze and he immediately looked back down.

"You fucking suck at your job," Chanmi said.

"Yeah... I—uh—this has never happened before," Jackson replied.

"Yeah, I know, or you would be fired by now. You should really stick to staying in the office."

"Well, I normally have a very good success rate. I just somehow messed up on you... Sorry, by the way."

"'Sorry' won't get me a husband and a steady income," Chanmi said. "So what are you going to do now? I'm obviously going to tell your boss about this."

Jackson sighed with a nod. "That makes sense."