CHAPTER 8 - SHE'S MY WOMAN

DELA VEGA CORP. CONFERENCE ROOM

"Alright! That's all I've got for now. You are free to leave! Marco abruptly ended the meeting. He can't focus on the discussed reports of the department heads of each department because Katleah's face is all he sees in his mind. He was agitated and excited whenever he imagined he would always be with her tomorrow.

All employees bow their heads as they rush out of the conference room, fearful of being noticed and upsetting their boss.

"James?"

"Yes, Boss?"

"Set up the space inside my office. I'd like you to put it on another table. It's on the side where I can easily see it."

Scratching his head, he asked, "Wait, Boss, what is the other table in your office for?"

"James? Who's the boss, me or you? Perhaps you're thinking of staying at home during your next vacation. Just tell me, I don't want a secretary who asks too many questions."

"Just kidding, boss. Hehe, I'm going to clean up your office right away. By the way, boss, Sandra Montenegro will