The next day, everything went on normally. They got up, had breakfast, and Samuel went to the office. Upon arriving there, he entered the building, and the receptionist became visibly nervous, breaking into a cold sweat when she greeted the boss.
"Good morning, Mr. Mayer."
"Good morning," he replied with his usual coldness.
The woman sighed and thought it was good that the woman from yesterday hadn't reported her; now she would remember her face well to treat her better next time.
When he reached his office on the top floor, the elevator rang, and the secretary unbuttoned a button of her blouse to flirt with the boss.
"Good morning, Mr. Mayer," she greeted with a sweet voice.
"Good morning," he replied to the greeting without turning to look at her.
In his office, John was already w
