Chapter Eleven

Amaliah wiped her clammy hands on her black skirt countless times before she got to the company. Her stomach was quivering and she wished she hadn't eaten anything that morning.

Not that she hadn't tried to evade the food, but Sheila would have none of it. As she got down from the car, her throat suddenly felt very dry. She grabbed a bottle of water beside Sheila and gulped it.

"You good?" Sheila looked concerned. She had happily volunteered to bring Amaliah to work on her first day, more for moral support than for anything else.

The family had been elated when the company had sent Amaliah an offer letter via email. Carlotta had cried and Sheila made a small feast with lots of food.

However, Amaliah wasn't too thrilled. She was happy she got the job, but she was fervently hoping that she wouldn't have to see Caesar after the initial briefing of new employees. She had been offered the role of a digital marketer in the marketing team and she still needed to be briefed by the head of