"Don't worry, Mommy. Hakuna Matata."
This sentence kept playing in Marissa's mind when Alex told her last night. Though she spent the Sunday enjoying herself with kids, but Hakuna Matata kept disturbing the peace of her mind.
The next day, when she reached the office to submit the final menu list, her caterer friends were already there near the reception counter.
"If they pay us well, that doesn't mean we must wait here every morning. Either they let us decide the menu at our homes and if they want us to arrive here daily then we should be given proper employee cards." Marissa stated. She didn't want to throw a tantrum, but this attitude was not justified.
"Listen, lady," a woman who was wearing a pencil skirt along with three-inch pencil heels approached them, "You are standing inside the prestigious building of MSin and here we don't encourage bullying."