"Yes." The senior manager answered. "The CEO will be involved. I can't change the policy without his approval. The CEO will review the contract and determine the best course of action."
"How long will this take?"
"I will schedule a meeting with the CEO. I can't tell when you will receive a response."
"This is becoming complicating. All because of Anabel?"
"I understand your concern, Desmond, but we must follow protocol. I will keep you informed."
With that, the meeting concluded, leaving Desmond and Daniella uncertain about the contract.
As they left the office, Desmond mumbled, "I wonder the kind of connection Anabel have with the senior manager. Why must he require Anabel's signature. I'm confused."
"What else, if not that she's sleeping with him. She must have used her body to bag the contract for you. Can't you see it?" Daniella said.
"Are you sure of what you are saying?" Desmond asked.
"Are you doubting me? What else could she do if not to please him on bed."
"Stop saying that. You believe she is sleeping with the senior manager? A man in that kind of position? This is the biggest organization in the city, remember?"
"And so? Don't they go to club sometimes. Maybe she met him there."
"Remember he said he will discuss it with the CEO. Does it mean she's sleeping with the CEO? Think about it. There must be something behind it." Desmond said.
"So What are you going to do now? I hope you are not going back to get that riffraff."
"Never." Desmond answered. "We will wait. I believe the CEO will replace her name with your name. Once it's done, we won't have any problem again."
But when they got to the reception area, Desmond was busy scanning the whole environment, wishing he could see Anabel. Unfortunately, he couldn't find her. As they strolled their way out of the building, Desmond felt like he had lost something precious.
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Anabel and the young Janitor arrived to see Miss Jane, the Company HR, yelling at the helpless Janitors. Though she was more focused on the older Janitor who is in her forties. The HR was on her twenties.
"You stupid Janitors. Bunch of low class people without hope. Your only only job is to clean the floors and make sure the toilet is clean and you guys can't even do that right. What is wrong with all of you?"
"I'm so sorry, Jane." The older Janitor said.
"How dare you call me by my name." Anabel watched as the HR slapped the older woman across the face. "Next time you will call me by my name, I will get you fired. Don't you have respect?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am. It won't repeat again." The woman apologized.
"You pathetic bunch of slaves. Losers without respect." She kicked the bucket containing dirty water. "Now wipe the floor let me watch."
"I will do it, ma'am." The older woman bent down to do it and Anabel held her arm, pulling her up. "You don't have to do this. She's the one that kicked the bucket."
"Hey! Who are you?" The H.R asked, shocked at Anabel nerves.
"My name is Anabel, I'm the newly employed Janitor." Anabel answered.
"Oh! I can see. A knew Janitor. I didn't remember requesting for another slave. I have enough of them here."
"Point of correction. We are workers just like you. We are not slaves. Why will you kick the bucket and tell her to wipe it? Is that not intimidation?"
"Shut up. I can see you don't have manner. So because I kicked it, I should be the one to clean it. Is that what you mean?"
"This is not how to train people." Anabel stated.
"Who are you to tell me how to do my job? You are just employed today and you are taking to me. Do you really came here to teach me my job or to clean?" The lady asked. "I will advice you to be very careful before you loose your job. I have enough Janitors already. I wonder why they even employed you."
"Now, you. What are you waiting for?" She turned to the older woman. "Wipe all these things up now.
"Okay, ma'am."She replied and bent to clean it and Anabel held her back again. "Don't do that. She kick the bucket intentionally."
"Forget it, Miss. I'm used to it. This is not the first time. If I don't do it, I won't get my salary. She will cancel my salary and make me do extra works. Please don't put me to trouble."
The woman bend down to clean it and the HR yelled again. "Is that how you clean? I can see why you slaves are doing terrible work. Go down on your knees and wipe it well."
With trembling hands, the woman went down on her knees and began to wipe the floor.
"This woman is older than you." Anabel spoke up. "How could you be treating her this way. She's a human being like you."
"Human being on different level. In case you don't know, I'm the HR of this company. So be very careful how you talk to me. Talk to me with respect. You people are like slaves here, so I can treat all of you anyhow I wish and no one will question me."