MY FUTURE HUSBAND?

Prologue

Kyle's POV:

"Hey, hey, hello everyone! This is Kyrox, your dance instructor," I greeted my followers on my YouTube channel, preparing to give a dance tutorial. "Fast forward," I said, signaling the editing to skip ahead.

"And that's it for today, fellow dancers! Thank you for watching this dance tutorial. I still have a lot to do at home, so I hope you enjoyed the tutorial I made for my fans. And always remember, don't forget to like and subscribe to my channel and click the notification bell to stay updated on my upcoming videos. Again, this is Kyrox, your dance instructor. See you in my next video! Bye! Kyrox loves you."

"Finally, I finished the dance tutorial. I'm exhausted. Anyway, what time is it?" I asked, glancing at my watch. Oh no, it's already 8 PM. I'm going to be late for my first day at the coffee shop. What should I do? I better go to the restroom and hurry to the shop.

*Fast forward*

"Max, where is Orthodox? He's running late on his first day," I heard our manager shout. Wait, that voice sounds familiar. Ah, let me enter and see our manager's face. Tsk, it's him.

"I'm so sorry, sir. Next time, I'll make sure to arrive early. I apologize again, sir," I said, bowing my head while wearing a face mask.

"Tsk, this better not happen again, Orthodox. If this repeats three times, you're fired. Did you get me?" he said, his voice filled with anger. Oh no, what am I going to do?

"Okay, now that you're here, take off your face mask and fix your appearance so I can see your whole face. And don't wear a face mask again!" he ordered, but I was still hesitant to remove my face mask. I felt shy.

"Um, sir, the reason I wore a face mask is that I told you earlier, I was feeling a bit nervous. I was trembling with anxiety," I nervously explained to him.

"What? Ugh, so I have to adjust to make your face stand out and remove your face mask, is that how it works?" he angrily said. Uh, what should I do?

"Uh, sir, it's just that, um," I stammered, feeling anxious.

"I felt someone grab my chin and lift it, revealing my face as my mask was removed. Is this really happening? It's my manager, Kiro Smith Monterey.

"Hmph! How are you, Kyle? It's a twist of fate that we end up working together, Mr. Kyle Warren Orthodox," he said, leaving me speechless in front of him. I never imagined that he would be my manager. What am I going to do? I still owe him a lot. He might fire me from this job that I desperately need.