"GOOD morning, Emz. It's a miracle that you're only late now after three years.”
Emilia stopped walking. She removed her glasses and turned to her secretary, Carl. It was already past nine in the morning, and she had just arrived at Casa Elina. She was late because of the traffic earlier when she left her ex-husband's apartment.
“Morning. And it won’t happen again,” she said seriously.
When Carl noticed that she wasn’t in the mood to joke around, he also became serious. He even cleared his throat.
“Coffee?”
“Yes, please.”
“Alright, I’ll tell Tyron—”
Hearing that name, her eyebrows furrowed. She suddenly felt annoyed.
“I don’t want that man’s coffee, Carl. Make my coffee the old way. No sugar…” she said, then went straight into her office.
“Okay?” Carl said questioningly.
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