I LOOKED UP at the large building in front of me. I took off my sunglasses and slightly glanced at the indicated names of the company in front of me, Del’Torre Corporation.
I didn’t spare the beauty and modernity of its workmanship. I can say they are very successful in the field of business. Not because he is famous but because of the extent of the business his family has.
I winced when I heard my cellphone ring in my pocket.
“Where the hell are you?!” I heard a loud voice to me as I answered the call.
I brushed up my hair and rolled my eyes before I speak. “Already here,” I said reluctantly.
“Good.” Then he turned off the call. Again I blew a violent air into my chest before stepping my feet inside the building.
“Good morning, Ma’am! How can I help you?” a receptionist greeted me w
