FLORENCE'S POINT OF VIEW
"But of course, I won't wash my hands of you. I'm already trying to reach for my friends to offer you a job," Athena continued.
I'm about to answer when the door suddenly opens. Zyair, who's clutching a suit case on his hands, barged in.
"Actually, you don't need to. I'll take care of Florence," he said like a bolt from the blue.
"What are you saying?" Athena asked his brother, obviously confused.
Zyair cleared his throat. "I happened to overhead your conversation."
"Snooping bummer," I muttered to myself.
He throws me a short glance. "I think your decision is just right in time because I'm currently looking for a new secretary since Heaven already resigned from the company. And instead of wasting my precious time on the possibility of interviewing some incompetent people, I think I'll have Florence instead."