“I promise I can handle it.”

His boss Zak looks unconvinced but he caves. “Fine. Fine. Have at it Zaine.”

Six hours later Zaine wants to throw something. This is fucking impossible. “Fuck you, Zak.” He mumbles under his breath as he tries once again to unscramble this shit.

“No, fuck you.” His boss’ soft whisper behind him sends a spike of fear straight through his heart.