Ma Prod
I turned to my staff and said, “Follow that woman,” as she walked away.
“Yes, boss.”
The reason I asked them to follow her wasn’t to catch her doing something wrong or because I thought she was up to no good at my company. I just wanted to get to know her. I felt a connection with her from the first moment I saw her. Her vacant eyes, though they seemed sad, retained a beauty that was incomparable. At my age, I’ve met many women, but this one, just by being herself, captured my interest.
And then there was her tear-stained face. I wanted to know what was wrong, what had happened to make her walk around crying at my workplace, even though she said she was looking for someone she knew. Or could it be her boyfriend? But never mind, I’ll find out soon enough.
I’m Ma Prod, or Prod,
