That cold weather wasn't necessarily the coolest thing about China for Mackenzie. He fled the snow of the United States a few years ago only to come sinking into the snow of Beijing. The frigid air stung his cheeks as snowflakes accumulated on his long eyelashes, making him blink rapidly to clear his vision.

See how lucky Mackenzie is! So lucky, in fact, that he's rolling his eyes now, digging his sneakers into the snow with a crunch. The sound of his breath fogging in front of him was the only noise in the quiet street.

It's not the first time the boss has asked him to pick him up somewhere in the middle of the night. No, quite the opposite! The boss has always been a lazy guy, always asking Mackenzie to do this and that. And what did Mackenzie do? He obeyed. Every single day.

Mackenzie practically threw himself onto the driver's seat, the leather cold against his hands. He turned on the heater, feeling the warm air gradually spread through the car, and fastened his seat belt before driving away. The boss wasn't too far away. It was nine at night, so yes, the boss could call a taxi. Had he done this? No. Because the boss simply liked making Mackenzie's life hell, apparently. It must have been fun, because the son of a bitch never stopped bothering him since they met.

Mackenzie parked the car, rested his wrists on the steering wheel and closed his eyes. The car seat was tilted back, away from the steering wheel, because he was too tall and being close irritated his long legs. It would be easy to just close his eyes and take a light nap.

But a knock sounded against the car window, sharp and insistent, interrupting his plans. Mackenzie didn't even need to peek beneath his damp lashes to know it was the boss. He unlocked the door with a sigh, rolled his eyes and let his hateful boss in, looking him up and down for a moment before snorting as he saw the man close the door with unnecessary force. It could only be an affront.

"That hand of yours is nervous, right? Always hitting hard." Mackenzie sneered, his tone full of mockery and malice as he moved his turquoise eyes to the other man. He assessed him, taking in the expensive suit and the way the boss carried himself with inherent authority. It took a moment for Mackenzie to notice a tie out of place, a piece of clothing wrinkled, too many buttons open and... Ah. Mackenzie snorted in derision, a cynical smile on the corner of his lips as he turned the key in the ignition. "Business meeting, huh? Our partner took a chunk out of your neck? How cute." he mocked, driving off with the car again, pointedly looking away. Fucking great.