Mi Oficina Novels & Stories

“ It’s not like my marriage will remain a secret . “ said Massimo . “ What ? You told me that you wouldn’t tell anyone about our marriage . “ said Luna . When they arrived upstairs , Massimo opened the door to his office and entered inside with Luna . She had been to his office before , but this office was a bit different from the one she had seen before . In terms of luxury it was no less then the other one but this office was somehow hidden . “ Take a seat . We will start looking at some documents . “ said Massimo . When she entered , Massimo started to take files from different drawers . “ How many offices you have in this house ? “ asked Luna . “ There are a few . It depends on where I a

the secretary said and Mia hissed then walked away to the parking lot. She got in her car and drove off. Minutes later, she arrived at Damien's company so she got down from her car and went into the company. When she got to his office, she met Oliver in front of his office. "Mam you can't go in" Oliver stopped her from going into the office. "And why is that?" Mia asked. "First, you don't have an appointment and he is busy" Oliver said. "Well I want to see him and that's final" Mia rolled her eyes and walked in before Oliver could stop her.

To tell her I'd be leaving now. I drape my apron at the usual corner, pick my bag and aim for her office. My steps echo against the wooden floor as I near her office. With a knock on the door for permission, I push it open. Only to see a gray haired lady, leaning down on her table with her reading glasses. Deeply, engrossed in the documents she had been sorting. "Ms. Sasha, I'll be going now." I inform her, with a little smile. She lifts her head at my words, eyes squinting her to identify me.

She nods her head and takes my forearm, and leads me to an office. The office is small and tidy, with a small white desk holding a laptop and a small file cabinet. There’s a little floral couch against one of the exposed brick walls and a small coffee table. Two small windows with sheer curtains and a copy of a Monet adorning the other sidewall. Sophia closes the door behind her and turns to me with a worried frown. “What’s wrong, Micah?”