The atmosphere in the office was extremely oppressive. Amelie felt that the threatening aura of the man in front of her caused her body to be grabbed by an invisible force. She had to take a deep breath to be able to speak calmly.
"I want a job. It doesn't mean anything to me." Amelie opened her mouth and spoke.
After Chaim finished listening to these words, his face immediately became gloomy and ugly. Working by his side had no meaning to her, was that so?
"I'm sorry, I know it's not right, but I really don't want to do another job like serving tea. I hope you can sign off and let me go." Amelie asked with a guilty conscience.
The job meant a lot to her, and even if it was just serving him tea every day, she thought it was the happiest part of it.
Chaim's face could be said to be ext
