CHAPTER TWELVE

"Like I said, dad called me" Theresa uttered and placed both hands on her hip.

"And what did he say?" Thelma asked, owl-eyed.

"Calm down! I will still say it. No rush, babe!" Theresa hissed and sat on her office chair. They had decided to have their conversation in her office. Her office had a charming interior design, a office desk and a leather seat. It wasn't spacious like that of Alex's office but it was comfortable. It was highly ventilated. Fresh air blew in through the open glass windows while the sun beamed, illuminating the office. The fragnance that filled the air was Theresa's expensive perfume.

"Theresa, I need to get back to work" Thelma urged impatiently. She moved her weight from one feet to the other.

"To work for that fool? What is our reason for coming to this place?" Theresa threw the question at her. "Is it to become slave to that beast?"

"Theresa, he is your boss! Don't