“Good afternoon, sir,” Raki greeted respectfully as he entered my office.
I only hummed in response, my full attention fixed on my computer screen as my fingers flew rapidly across the keyboard. Halos kalahati na ng dokumento ang natapos ko nang sa wakas ay huminto ako at tumingala dito.
“Raki,” I called, leaning back against my swivel chair.
“Yes, sir.”
“That Rica girl. One of the winemakers you employed. Did you conduct an interview before hiring her? Is she even a real winemaker?” tanong ko sa malamig na tono.
“Yes, sir. Lahat po sila ay dumaan sa interview. They made samples and presented them before I approved their employment. Their wines were impressive, including Rica’s,” he explained carefully.
I stared at him for a moment.
“Then why the hell is she neglecting the very reas
