Victoria.
"Hey, how are you doing?" Drake's text popped up on my screen, breaking the monotony of my day.
Relieved to have someone show care, I turned off the iron box. I had just finished washing the maid uniform and was in the process of ironing it. I decided to send it back to the premises by mail, despite being fired. I wanted to maintain professionalism and return a clean uniform.
"I would be lying if I said I was doing well. I was fired from my job, so I'm currently basking in the sea of joblessness," I replied, letting my frustration seep into the message before hitting send.
Before I could even set my phone down, Drake's reply came in.
"I'm so sorry to hear that. Was it about the food?" he asked, concerned.
"No, it wasn't about the food. The alpha has developed quite a spitef
