MARTHA'S POV:
"Good evening, sir," I greeted Mr. Weston when I entered his office and saw him seated in his office chair. The air was filled with the thick scent of wood.
Mr. Weston smiled as he shifted his gaze away from his laptop. His gaze locked with mine, and he said, "Welcome, Martha. Have a seat, please."
"Oh, alright, boss," I replied before I moved to have a seat across from him.
"I already told you not to call me boss. You can call me by my name, Jasper," he pointed out, and I lowered my gaze to avoid his piercing obsidian black eyes.
"I wish I could do that, sir. But I hold you in high regard, so I cannot address you by your name," I replied, meeting his gaze. He smiled.
"That's fine. How is your health, and how do you feel now?" he asked, his voice calm, eyes on me.
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