ELI
It's been a week since the confrontation in Palawan. While nothing much had changed about my role as his secretary and as managing editor, his cold treatment and indifference towards me had gone to a more profound level than it used to. His stringent behavior was very much on display as well.
"I don't approve of this. Tell me, who would want to read recycled articles? I expected something new, fresh, entertaining, and informative stories than this piece of junk." He slammed the manuscript on the table while he had his eyes fixed on me. "Revise this," he said briefly before he returned his gaze to his laptop.
" We will be behind schedule if we revise everything, Sir.
He raised his head, leaned back to his desk, his fingers steepled, and looked at me haughtily. "I'd rather us be beh
