"What, are you scared? Are you really afraid of me?" he asked, staring directly into my eyes.
"Why are you saying that, sir? I am truly terrified of you," I replied to him with an innocent face.
"Oh, really? Then where was this fear when you hit me, dear? Did a crow fly away with it then?" he asked with a mocking laugh.
Oh God, how did I get stuck with this monster? He's going to play football with my life now. Since it was my fault, I should just apologize, I thought to myself. "I am sorry, sir," I said softly.
"What? You think you can just say a simple 'sorry' and escape? How did you think I'd let you off that easily?" he roared at me in a deep, booming voice.
"I mean... sir... I really didn't know you were the CEO, sir," I said, swearing on myself with that same innocent look.
"Oh, so you're saying if you had known I was the CEO, you wouldn't have hit me? Is that it?" he asked again in that heavy voice.
"Yes, sir," I replied, maintaining my innocent expression.
"Oh, is that so? Fine then. Until now, no one has ever raised a hand against me—not even my family or friends. But today, you did. If you want me to accept your apology, you have to do something for me. If you agree, tell me; otherwise, I'll make sure you never get a job anywhere in this world. That is my capacity," this psycho said like a total sadist.