From the Start, One Pizza Was All It Took for the Boss to Get Clingy

When an overworked wage slave has a breakdown and starts dancing on the spot, and a CEO’s shirt gets publicly executed by a twelve-inch Hawaiian slipper

This isn’t a traffic accident. It’s Cupid crashing and burning.

“12:23 a.m. I slapped my takeout against the CEO’s chest, and he added me on WeChat with the note ‘the one who hit me.’ Now he’s sitting across from me, slurping beef noodles and saying, ‘We’re even. You’re mine now.’ Ladies, need an answer ASAP: Is this a workplace injury or a stroke of romantic luck?”