Me. Manual, Our newspaper Agency owner was sixty-five year old man who could retire anytime. he was indeed a kind man. He lost all his money while buying new stock. He even put our company into a mortgage which resulted in losing our building and four months salary. Because of his age, he had amnesia. He could even forget his name within a few minutes.
“Sir.” I knocked on the door. I wished he would forget what happened in the morning. This was the only way I would be saved from his tantrum.
“Hazel Robinson!” He shouted as he saw me. “You dare to stepped inside the office after what you have done. Are you insane?
“Sir!” I came ahead. He would not kick me out of this job but definitely insult me very drastically. “I.. have…” I was hesitating to speak. I didn’t know what sir has to face b
