Zaria woke up to a phone call from Desmond, and when she answered it, the man croaked into her ears. "Zaria, are you awake? It's urgent."
"What happened?" The sleep cleared off her eyes as she sat up and asked.
"I want to get to the office earlier today, but I can't decide what to wear."
She was speechless for a moment. Seriously, this man must have switched his tactics of torturing her and decided to do so by driving her insane? In what way was that her business? Besides, who the heck calls their employees at 3.40 am? Was this boss a sadist?
She held back the urge to curse at him and hang up. "Sir, I'm your executive assistant, not your stylist. Did you dial the wrong contact number?"
"My stylist's name is not Zaria." He said in all confidence. "So, what should I wear?"
"A suit." She said through gritted teeth.
Still, the man was unsatisfied. "I have too many of those to choose from.
