Both Get The F*ck Out

The catering at Johnson's company was good, and employees could bring their families there to dine in.

Chantelle followed her son to work almost every day for the free meals.

After her meal, she would rest on the couch in the lobby. She would have beautiful receptionists making coffee for her, of course.

In the evening, she would go home with her son when he got off work. She was as comfortable as an old shoe.

"You guys?" Clarence was a little surprised.

"What's the matter? Why are you so surprised? Didn't you follow Tony to his company?

"Didn't you overhear something yesterday, that Tony works for the biggest company in Mediterranean City?

"You came here today to find Tony and ask him to get you a job." Chantelle had an 'I knew it' expression on her face.

"You're overthinking it." Almost speechless, Clarence turned and walked out of the lobby.

"Oh." Chantelle stopped Clarence. "Are you trying to run after I've caught you?