(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
