Clara's POV
"Morning, Marcus," I greeted.
"Morning," he answered. He handed me several lists, some containing contact information and others with lists of items like food, drinks, and decorations.
"We are hosting a party for a guest this weekend; I need you to call these suppliers and ask them if they'd be able to deliver these items for the event." He explained.
I nodded and then followed his instructions. I sat down to begin my work; I already had a telephone at my desk.
Talking to suppliers was not as easy as I thought. It was hours of negotiating and switching between suppliers, hoping I'd get a better deal. Marcus was busy on his computer, occasionally giving me a look that said, 'Good job'..' In the end, it worked out.
I leaned back into my chair, happy to know I had completed
