Melda was in her pajamas, sitting with her knees hugged on the bed, staring fearfully at the clock on the wall.
The time had passed to exactly ten o'clock, which was when she should have started her live stream, but her body, bruised all over, made her unable to muster the courage to get up and get dressed.
Ping! Ping!
Her phone, placed beside the bed, vibrated incessantly. Melda saw the incoming call from Alan she saved as President.
Melda froze, her eyes widened. He was calling from his personal number!
She answered the call with trembling hands.
"H-Hello, Boss."
"Melda," Alan's deep voice sounded chilling yet clearly displeased. "Why aren't you online yet? I've messaged you several times."
"B-Boss, I... I'm sorry. I really can't today. I'm in so much pain," she pleaded.
"I don'
