Marrissa's point of view
After a knock, I went towards Mr. Thornhill, an elderly, affluent man. Good morning sir, I greeted you with a warm smile.
“Morning Marrissa, have a seat,” Mr Thornhill said, gesturing with his hands.
“I'm sure my son gave you a big scare yesterday," he started.
“I'm sorry I couldn't pick him up on time…”
“That's okay Marrissa, I know my son very well, he is a very impatient man.I'm sure he didn't wait for long.”
“I know you are very competent and that's why I hired you back…” Mr Thornhill was saying before he stopped momentarily, looking towards the door.
“And here he comes, all you need to do is to apologize and everything will be fine," he whispered with a smile.
“Thank you sir,” I whispered back.
I braced myself, rehearsing the words in my head.
“Marrissa, meet my son, your new boss.” Mr Thornhill said.
I stood up with so much confidence and immediately started pouring out my rehearsed speech without looking up.
“It's a pleasure to meet you sir. I want to
