EP17: The President's Prized Possession
Evelyn still felt bad about the messages in the employee group chat, which made her decide not to wait for Andre to finish his meeting as she had promised.
She walked into the cafeteria, trying not to pay attention to the employees who smiled at her face but whispered behind her back. It was incredibly difficult.
“Stir-fried pork with basil over rice, with a well-done fried egg, please, Auntie Anna.”
Even the look from the cafeteria vendor had changed and was no longer the same.
“You seem to be glowing these days, Miss Eve.”
She knew well what the middle-aged woman meant.
“Forty dollars, right?”
She handed over the money, but the vendor waved it away, speaking with a cheeky tone instead.
“I won't charge you, but if you do well, please don't
