Sheila stood at Drake's desk tense and stiff. Her head was down with her two fingers touching each other.
The news of her being transferred to the branch office left him devastated. She felt her plan would fail this time.
Drake actually couldn't bear to look at her, but that was what Tommy had ordered him to do. And that was what Drake wanted too.
"A day. I'll give you a day until tomorrow for you to pack up there, with me," said Drake.
"But, sir … why me? Why not another employee?" Sheila asked. She felt the disapproval of her sudden move.
Drake sighed. He cursed Tommy in his heart because, in the end, he had to endure this inconvenience.
"I explained, didn't I? I hold the branch of this office, Sheila And the finances are not very organized there. The files there are done there," said Drake.
Sheila wanted to rebel. She was angry as she clenched her fists. But she couldn't just vent her anger in front of Drake.