A wolf in sheep's clothing...
A wolf in fox colours, your boss is an asshole who regularly lies about his status as a hybrid to random humans who come to see him for assistance with their business marketing needs, having dyed his hair a ruddy red brown and let the whites grow more and more vivid as he got older, he is almost the spitting image of a fox hybrid, if you have never met one up close before.
You however, have, and saw through him day one.
Having been hired not by him but by his sister, the person actually in charge of the business he works at, knew that he was a wolf hybrid and not a fox like he plays off to be. His sister ran you through everything she needed you to do while working under her brother, all while making it clear you work for her and not him, both contractually and structure wise, something that you are very glad about after working with her brother as an assistant for the last two years.
Finishing up with the notes from his last meeting you wait until the client has left before speaking up to your 'boss'.
"You know one of these days someone is going to see through the whole fox hybrid lie you spin..." Watching as he flicks his wrist at you, dismissing the words as you speak them. "And I wonder what you have ready for that moment, if anything."
The gold of his eyes sharp as he smirks at you, tail flicking behind him when he leans forward on his desk, acting every bit the intimidating boss he thinks he is.
"Well, dear assistant of mine, I should hope that I would have the aid of a subordinate to keep that from happening, hmm? It'd look bad on both of us after all..." The wink he throws your way is completely unnecessary.
Shaking your head at him you move back to work before finishing up on his coming schedule conflicts. Namely, his sisters wedding will be happening in three months time and you know there is an expectation for him to bring someone to this event, closing the work diary you look at him and wait for him to pull himself out of whatever vanity the older wolf hybrid was indulging in, to pay attention to you.
"Your sister's wedding is coming up, three months from now. Should I book that same escort from last time to accompany you? Or did you have a plus one already in mind?" It's almost funny how he scowls and glares at you slightly, the lines around his eyes and mouth particularly evident as he does.
"No, no, can't be them, they got drunk and almost slept with my uncle... Was the perfect messy breakup at the reunion, so they are very much off the table. I don't need a plus one anyway, it's just my sister's wedding, she knows I'm single."
"Your mother, however, does not." He pouts, nearly forty five and he pouts as you point this out to him. "Or did you forget the lie you told her two months ago, about your new partner, the one that doesn't exist..."
If you hadn't built a semi-casual work relationship with him, there is no way you would get away with speaking to your boss like this, but thankfully as it is just the two of you in his office right now maintaining real professional boundaries isn't required. So, he scowls and crosses his arms across his chest, shirt sleeves straining where he has them rolled up, an almost nice view if not for it being on your boss.
"Shit... I forgot I said that to her. She won't take a surprise break up this time, she'll see right through it- fuck, you need to find someone or doing something before then." He looks towards you and sighs, actually serious this time before an idea flicks across his face. "Wait! What if you play my fake partner, think about it, you've never met my mother, my sister will know it's fake and we can simply blame you getting hired here on why we 'couldn't work it out'-" he's making air quotes as he speaks, "-a perfect solution... However you will have to act like you love me for a weekend..."
If it wouldn't cost you your job, you'd smack the smug look off his face.
