MAYA
How has my week started without Mr. Desmond? Terrible!
I sighed as I stared at the files that piled up on my desk. From meeting several business tycoons, to VIPs of Hunter Hotels, to handling the normal bustles of Hunter Hotels, there were enough to make me pull my hair out. Although some of the acquaintances and meetings seemed quite interesting, the others were stressful. And there were the occasional flirts I had to deal with among these people. In one way, I would have loved for Mr. Desmond to be back. The reality of handling this much responsibility was nightmarish!
Above all, they weren't enough to wave my mind off Mr. Desmond. It's been three days now and we haven't spoken or texted. I wondered how he was faring in Vietnam. If he was enjoying himself or even thought about
