(Martha's POV)
When I stepped into Mr. Weston's office, I watched him heading to his seat as he stood beside his chair. The office smelled like him; his coffee scent filled the air.
I stood waiting for him to have a seat. He was once my boss, and still my boss until I resigned.
"So how was your day today? I hope you ain't stressed?" Mr. Weston asked, looking at my face.
"No. It was fine. I just have to take over and review the company's weekly report. Though there were a few missing funds. But my stepmother is the one who took them," I said, my voice calm.
"Have you had dinner? Come sit. You don't have to stand. We are equals now," Mr. Weston gestured for me to have a seat across from him. He sat across from me while I moved to the seat.
"Thank you, sir. I want to ask for some h
