"Please, come in," I answered turning to Mr. Flincher, Mylo's personal assistant.
“Good evening Ms. Rose,” he politely greeted.
"Please have a seat Mr. Flincher."
For a moment my head clouded with thousands of questions like why is he here? Whenever some information needs to come to me from Miller’s that’s always by Mylo himself.
He always looked for a reason to talk to me. Is he mad at me?
Then why this Mr. Flincher came to me?
“Ummdd...well, Ms. Rose, I just came to inform you that Mr.Mylo, his brother Jimmy and Mr. Riveria has gone to Germany and don’t know when will they able to come back.” He said clearing his throat.
"What? I mean why?" I screamed in shock.
"Actually, Mr. Senior Miller health is critical." He downheartedly informed.
“Yesterday, Sir Mylo got the call about th
