[Pierson Corporation]
Jonathan stretched his neck from left to right, massaging it as he dragged his feet out of the elevator to the parking lot. His tie was already loosened, and his blazer hung open, offering some comfort as he finally headed home. As usual, the day had been exhausting, juggling whatever errand Dean threw at him while also handling real work.
It was a hassle. A real hassle.
However, this was the last week Jonathan would be working under Dean. Yet, he wasn't even looking forward to transferring to Atlas's office. If Dean had already proven himself a complete jerk, then Atlas would surely double down.
"Damn it," he muttered, clicking his tongue as he fished out his keys and slid into the driver's seat. He tossed his briefcase onto the passenger seat and adjusted the rearview mirror—only to nearly jump out of his skin.
His eyes widened in horror.
