An old man came, stood in front of my desk. He is tall, has winter-white hair but still handsome regardless of age. He was well-built and carried that confidence of a successful man like my father. However, he carried that not-so-friendly smile when he looked at me.
"Sir Leon will be here any minute. Do you have an appointment with him?" I asked in a lovely tone. I saw him smile a little but dismissed it right away.
"Are you his new executive secretary?" he asked in a deep voice. I tried to recall his voice I was sure I have heard somewhere. Maybe one of the clients I've talked to in the past three weeks.
"Yes, sir. Would you like some coffee?" My sweet smile glued at my lips.
"Where is Judy?" he asked again, not answering my question.
"She cannot report to work anymore because her
