SAMANTHA
An unregistered number suddenly appeared on the screen of my cellphone. It opened even though my eyes were still puffy, and I hadn’t slept much and I had just returned from the trip.
I stood up suddenly when I read what was written in the text.
Good morning. I hope you rested well after your flight yesterday.
Simoun.
How did he find out my number? I mean, that's possible and I'm his employee, but why would he even text me in person? He is also aware of my trip. I grabbed my head and then dipped one hand into my wet, corn-colored hair.
"Hey, Samantha. Don't assume anything, okay? He just texted you to check, and even his plan to move you to another condo ... that's just part of being your boss. Don't forget that. " I even pointed one finger in the air so that my heart would a
