“Here is your breakfast Ms. Moreno,” Frances said while putting the tray on my desk.
Dad’s old assistant had retired and I chose her as my new assistant, just because she was the first one to be nice to me and I needed someone like that on my team.
“Thank you, Frances. You are my hero. And please, call me Niray. I am not into formalities when it comes to you”
She walked out and I looked at the covered breakfast in front of me. Suddenly, a call came into my cell phone, and to my surprise it was Sara.
“Hello, beautiful. Did you like your breakfast?” She asked, and I should have known it was her who cooked it.
“I haven’t tasted it, but I will now. Thank you,”
We said our goodbyes and I looked out the window, feeling a little off today. I went to my doc
