The minute I'm awake, my memory refreshes and I look at both sides of my bed only to see that Mr Jay isn't close to me anymore. How did I end up sleeping here?
I rise up from my bed and my eyes suddenly falls on him sitting on the dinning chair and pressing into his phone. What? Hasn't he left already? Aish. . . I'm sure I look like a mess. I brush my fingers through my messy hair and quickly wipe off my drool with the back of my hand.
Setting my legs out of the bed, I push my feet into my fluffy slip-ons. "Sir. . . Is there other reasons why you're here?" I ask, watching him puts his phone down on the table as if waiting for me to get up. He pulls the two brown grocery bags on the dining, closer to himself before pushing his hand inside.
"You're supposed to be working for me today." He
