C13 CHAPTER 13

Another day at work, I place Mr. Jason’s coffee on his table when he speaks to me.

“Eleanor, pick up the card on the table,” He says, with his eyes glued to his laptop screen.

“Ok, sir,” I say, and do as he says. I pick up the card, and it’s a card for a boutique. Is he giving me this because he wants me to shop there? I already told him I won’t buy expensive clothes. I know he is arrogant