~Alix Bradson~
Today made it the third day since I'd been working for Triston.
Yep, third day and for some reason, he hadn't fired me yet.
Why?
I had no idea and didn't even care to know.
Though it had been just three days, it felt like I'd done all the work one could do in a year.
I had tried my best to get to work at exactly eight, though I'm still always a few minutes earlier.
Well, what could I do, huh?
It was Wednesday which meant I had just finished cooking the fish soup or whatever that was called that he ate every Wednesday afternoon.
Wouldn't one find it creepy that one ate a particular dish every Wednesday afternoon.
What was the dish? It had so many complicated steps to make it, I couldn't keep up.
I just made what I felt would be better. I mean, he'd eat it either
