On the second day of Soul Day, the island owner stipulated that foodstuffs would be given for free with a voucher of two times.
The staffs and their family members were happy, they quickly rushed to the supermarket. Long queues formed as they scanned their vouchers and picked out food with satisfied smiles.
In the staff quarters resting room, typing noises could be heard. Kyle’s shadowed eyes were fixed on the screen as his fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, verifying the vouchers and ensuring there was no foul play.
He has been on his feet since Cyra spontaneously decided to be generous.
He rubbed between his brows, adjusting the glasses, and he sipped on the black coffee that filled his cup; he had not had a wink of sleep; did his boss forget he was a human being and not a robot?
Maybe he should suggest buying one of those to take some of the workload off him.