Chapter 77

Oprah's pov

I lowered my head into the pile of documents, pretending to be busy sorting them --

I dare not eat snacks.

Ever since Sylvia told me that I set Trista up in the bathroom last time, I have been worried that Sylvia would betray me. Just now I saw Sylvia shake Trista's hand, and that made me very worried. Did Sylvia make a deal with Trista about that? Is that why he was able to become vice minister again?

The feeling of panic spread endlessly

"Oprah, why don't you come and have dinner with us?" asked Trista suddenly.

I was taken aback. The document in my hand fell to the floor all at once. I picked it up with a guilty conscience. "I... 'I am a little busy. Enjoy your meal. I appreciate the kindness of Ms. Sylvia. Thank you so much, manager. Trista, for thinking of me now."

"Of course I remember you." She smiled faintly, "come to my office after dinner. I have something to tell you."

My heart skipped a beat.

What does Trista want from me?

Do you want to fire me?