Days passed by, Aloida continued to cook and bring meals for her overly demanding boss, who did not even want Mark to eat a piece of what she cooked. He wanted everything to be entirely his and demanded that she would cook only for him.
Aloida sat at her desk thinking how he could even demand something from her like that.
Ramaging through the files of documents on her table, Aloida was already in perspiration. The signed contract that was just sent by the client for the use of one of the Black hotels as a wedding venue was nowhere to be found.
“Where did it go?” almost in tears, Aloida murmured. She sat on her chair with eyes drooping and her shoulders down. How can she explain to the boss that she lost a very important contract?
When her landline phone suddenly rang, Aloida was startl
