Jasmin POV s
"Miss Jasmin Masadra?" I turned around as if hallucinating. People rushed in and out so I easily lost direction as to where the voice came from. The call repeated and this time I caught someone in the front desk cheerfully looking at me. Her hands were waving for me to come near.
How could someone I don't know recognize me and know my name?
Based from her expression, it wasn't my brother's death she was about to announce.
"Hello. Miss Jasmin Masadra?" she spoke sweetly. "Before we proceed I'd like to see an ID for final verification."
"Why?" I was confused but snatched my wallet for an ID anyway.
She briefly checked it and smiled at me again, "Here's the statement of bills settlement for your brother. Please sign both copies. One for you and one goes for our record."
My mouth went wide open. "P-paid? By whom?"
