LAUREN ZSANELLE
Harrold gave me a task for being his assistant and printing out all his documents and I need to pile them in a folder. Someone knocked on the door so I went there to open it. “Lauren, hand it to Mr. Lamnelle later okay?” she said so I nodded to her. “What is this?” I asked. You know I’m a curious person. “Lists of market sales for the whole month,” she answered so I nodded because I cannot relate to this. I’m a graduate of Journalism, not Business Administration.
I am currently printing the last document in the first folder and the door opens. “How’s the meeting, Sir?” I asked him formally and he smirked at me. “So formal, babe,” he said. When he gets near me, he kissed me on my lips. “Hey!” I hissed. “What?” he asked me and he’s making fun of me. “Jerk,” I mumbled. “Ah,
