Cindy's POV
Two weeks later
It was early afternoon and almost lunch time, when I quickly packed my stuff and I was ready to leave. I took the picnic basket along with some fruits, juice and bread that was in the basket. I was on my way to Mr. Felix’s office as I thought that I needed to do something special for him.
Why are you doing this for him, what if he had already brought his own lunch? I asked myself, but I also knew that Mr. Felix had not taken any lunch with him to work. He was a busy man and often he forgot to eat his lunch.
For the past two weeks, I had become fond of Mr. Felix, treating him like a boss and less like a slave master. I had seen the better side of him rather than the monster I had first seen when I walked into this house, cuffed to the burglar bars like a thie
