Chapter 8

“Good morning, this is Marco Lux Company. Have you seen your goods?” Patricia said in a professional tone as she held the handset between her ear and shoulder.

“Yes, I have. Thank you,” the woman on the other end replied before hanging up.

Patricia yawned and ran her hands through her hair, already feeling exhausted. She had been making non-stop calls for three hours and had successfully contacted almost thirty customers. Most of them had received their goods, but fifteen had not.

She groaned and flipped through the file to the next page, her eyes widening at the number of remaining callers. She started to laugh before banging her head on the table in frustration. She felt like crying - on her first day, she was already tired from just talking. "F**k my life," she muttered before banging her head again.

She glared at the file with so much hatred that she flung it away. It landed near the door with a thud. She then picked up the landline and dialed a number.

“If I may ask, why are you c