8.1
I was sitting in the meeting room with my laptop and looking everywhere. Zetch was beside me. He was asking me to make notes. I do not understand him! I am not his secretary, so why am I doing this?
"Do you want to say something?" he asked in a warning tone.
"No," I replied.
"Then serve me coffee," he said, and I saw his mug was right beside him. I smiled at him and passed the coffee to him with respect. Jerk!
My eyes went to a woman who was sitting beside another man. I noticed he was touching her waist. She was trying to push his hand away. I clutched my palm in anger. I was about to speak, but before that Zetch held my hand.
"What do you think you are doing?" Zetch said to that man and he panicked.
"Nothing..." He said bowing his head in front of him.
"What do you mean
