CHAPTER 43
Samira took her phone immediately. She logged in to her chat group and typed a message to her friends.
S-O-S
She smiled when one by one, faces popped up on her screen. Her message was initially used by sailors asking for help for vessels in distress (SOS). Save-Our-Ship, now, meant as Save-Our-Samira. She was also in distress she reasoned, so it complements; even in her messed up situation, she found herself laughing at her silliness.
“This better be a real SOS—senorita,” Josh spoke a bit irritated. He was still in their office, Samira figured. Lately, he was too preoccupied with the family business. Josh would be taking over the SVP of Marketing position in a couple of months thus, he was working so hard, working like a well-oiled machine. However, he became more short-temp
