The Haciendero
If she had been thin before, she looked even more frail and aged now.
"Let’s go, Mariela, Corazon. That’s the boss. Don’t call him Aslan," Mang Tino said hurriedly as he loaded the heavy bags into the white closed van. The name "Hacienda Escobar" was painted on both sides of the vehicle.
"Wh-What do you mean, 'master'?" Mariela stuttered, but Aslan turned his gaze to the vendor, who handed him the kiwis.
He paid for it.
"Master. He's our master at the resort," Tino replied, which made Aslan look back at his mother.