"Where is my coffee?" He asked the moment he dropped the phone. "I'm sure Miss Clara told you what to do already," he said to me.
I got up and went to make the coffee for him. I didn't know how he liked his sugar, so I tried to make it subtle. I went ahead to serve him. He told me to drop it on the table, and I did what he said.
He gave me a file and said, "Make sure you go through these files. This is my schedule for the week. Take your time and don't miss out on my schedule." "I need you to keep me updated on what I have for the week at all times. If there is a mistake, I might as well punish you, and I know you don't want to be punished."
I was kind of confused. How would I know his schedule? "I'll let you know my schedule for the week at all times if that's what you're worried about," he said, as if he read my mind.
