13. Not Again!

"Oh my God, Miss Cia!"

Feli let out a tired sigh. This was the umpteenth time her employer had let out a screech like this. Like he was ready to skin her.

What else was wrong now?

"Is this how you wash potatoes?! Give it to me!"

Feli stepped away from the sink as Jerrald roughly grabbed the potato she was holding. The girl gave her employer an annoyed look from the side. Feli noticed the way Jerrald washed some of the potatoes.

"I think I washed them the same way you did, sir."

"How can it be the same?! You just wet them without cleaning them!"

"I already—"

"No need to talk so much! Better put the rest of the vegetables in the fridge before they all go bad!" Jerrald ordered, but the man's gaze didn't move from the few potatoes he was cleaning.

Feli was silent. But her eyes were fixed on Jerrald. If only she hadn't remembered the private jet her daddy promised would be hers in a few weeks, Feli would have hit Jerrald over the head with whatever was in the kitchen. It looks like a nearb