I was too tired when I leaned my back in my chair while looking at the folders in front of me that didn't even seem to run out. I've been doing this before, but I still can't finish even a bit of it. I no longer knew what I was going to do with these papers. Fortunately, I am just here at home. Mr. Sanders allowed me to go home and did some of my jobs here.
I don't know because of Tim, so he gives me everything I want. Or I have a reason to ask for his favor.
"Miss, do you want to prepare something? Or do you need anything?" Sancha asked as he peeked into my office.
Tim's made me an office here at home. But he is not the one who informs me about this. It's Sancha. Since he walked out with me that day, we have never met again. Sometimes he texted me, but for a month, I never saw him a
