Shirly’s face turned as white as a piece of bond paper when she saw the Chairman of the company standing a few inches away from her. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. The Chairman had likely heard whatever she said.
“Sir, I, … I was just asking something from Ms. Aloida. I will return to my workstation now.” Shirly ran like joining a fifty-meter sprint competition after bowing three times.
Lexandro Montaro followed Shirly’s retreating back with his squinting eyes, and then turned to Aloida. “I need coffee,” he then told her.
“Sure, Sir. I will bring it to you in a while,” immediately, Aloida replied. She stood up and excused herself from Lexandro, before walking fast to their pantry area to brew him a coffee.
“Make it quick,” Lexandro said, before turning his heels and walki
