(Martha's POV) After a tough day of working in my new office, reviewing the company's annual and weekly report, I sighed and reclined in my new seat. The leather felt relaxing to my body. My phone rang on the desk and I picked it up to see who was calling me. It was Mr. Weston. "Hello, sir," I greeted him. "Martha, how is your day going?" he asked, his voice warm against my ear. When I gazed at the office clock, I saw that it was 4 p.m. "I'm fine, sir. I was about to call you to thank you for standing by me and the bodyguard," I said, but he quickly replied, "It's nothing. So long as you're fine, I am okay with that." "Alright, sir. I will soon close from work. I didn't plan to stay here long. I will be at the restaurant to officiate my resignation," I said, knowing that with my new job as the CEO of Roger's Corporation, I wouldn't have the chance to work at Silver's Restaurant anymore. "Alright, Martha. I will be expecting you," Mr. Weston said before the line went dead. My li
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