CYNTHIA'S POV

　　"GOOD MORNING, MISS DALIO!"

　　I looked at the guy who greeted me a 'good morning'. I smiled when I saw the Operations Manager coming to my direction.

　　"Good Morning, Mr. Enrique ..." I said standing up from my seat to give respect. "May I help you, sir?" I asked.

　　It was our break time and I was in the cafeteria with the friends I made in the company. We were just chatting some stuff when he called me.

　　I looked at Mr. Enrique awkwardly, when he was just staring at me with his lips slightly opened.

　　"Girl, looks like he was star struck on your beauty," Isabela whispered to me giggling. I rolled my eyes at her and called out Mr. Enrique.

　　"Uh ... sir? May I help you?"

　　"Huh? yes, yes. B-boss asked me to call you come in his office, after break," he replied consciously.

　　I said my 'okay' and then he turned his back on me with a red face. I was just about to tell him to come join us but he already walked out. I got back to my seat to chitchat with my friends. They were laughing at Mr. Enrique's behavior.

　　"Did you see him? He was so epic!" Lyda uttered laughing.

　　"Yeah!" It was Isabela who's laughing too. "But Cynth, did he ask you out?" She suddenly asked facing me.

　　"No. Why would he bother asking me out?" I retorted and took a bite of my cake.

　　"Well, he obviously likes you though ..." Lyda said chuckling and continued, "and you will surely look good together."

　　I can see that he likes me, but I don't have time for men. Though, Mr. Enrique was a nice guy and I admit he's a good-looking too, my heart just don't beat around him.

　　"I'm waiting for the right guy," I just said with a shrug. They rolled their eyes to what I said.

　　It was always what I reason out when they were nagging me about guys.

　　"Oh c'mon! How many times do I need to hear that?" Isabela said boredly.

　　"You know what? ..." Lyda sipped on her tea, "you're wasting that kind of face," pointing my face.

　　"Agree! You're not getting young any longer, I tell you!" Isabela stated with a matter of fact tone.

　　"I'm waiting for --"

　　"Okay, whatever! Just don't repeat that!" Isabela cut my words off. She looked pissed.

　　"What?" I asked innocently. Lyda and I laughed when she glared at me.

　　"Anyways, I wonder what would be the reason why the old man called you?" Lyda asked changing the topic. She's referring to our boss.

　　"I don't know ..." I shrugged, "maybe a secretary's work."

　　They didn't say anything and continued chatting about guys. Well, I can't relate to them, so I focus myself on my food. Sometimes I joined them when they're asking me something.

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　　After our break, we said out goodbyes to each others. I went to the elevator and clicked the number 20, it was the boss' floor.

　　As I'm waiting for the elevator to open, I was wondering what our boss and I are going to talk about. Is he going to fire me? I doubt that, because

　　I know to myself that I'm working very hard. But what if he will?

　　I washed out my thoughts away, when the elevator suddenly opened. I walked out of it and headed to Mr. Walton's office.

　　I was just standing in front of his office, hesitated to go inside. He won't fire me right? God! I'm nervous! I knocked at the his door twice and I heard him say "Come in."

　　I opened the door and went inside. I closed it again and just stood there.

　　"G-good day, Mr. Walton!" I greeted him with a nervous smile.

　　He looked at me and smiled, "Ms. Dalio, you came!"

　　He offered me a seat and I obliged. He looked at me, he seemed to feel my nervousness. He gave me an assuring smile, I sighed in relief.

　　"What are we going to talk about, sir?" I asked.

　　He clasped his both hands and his expression became serious. I became nervous again, but I managed to hide it.

　　"I saw how you worked hard, Ms. Dalio ..." he started, "I really admire you for that ..." He smiled at me, I can sense sincerity in his voice.

　　I was too nervous to smile back and my heart was pounding fast. I just waited for him to continue.

　　"I thought about it again and again but --" he cut off his words. "we are letting you go." He continued. Wait- that's just the same as firing me.

　　I was shocked. Although I knew it from the tone of his voice. I just can't believe it. I really loved my work and now, it's gone just like a bubble!

　　"W-what? D-did I h-hear it r-right?" I asked stuttering still hoping.

　　He looked at me with a hint of disappointment in his eyes and nodded to answer my question.

　　"B-but why? I-I worked hard and-- and I give all my best, so how could you fire me?" I asked him again reasoning out, but he just bacame mute.

　　"See? You can't even answer me!" I shouted at him and laugh sarcastically. I was furious that tears started to form in my eyes.

　　"I never thought that yesterday will BE my last day being your secretary. You should have at least told me so that I was prepared, right Mr. Walton?" I sarcastically stated and stared at him angrily.

　　"I'm sorry," said my boss with a sympathetic look.

　　I looked down when tears are started to fall. I can't believe that all my hard works came into waste. I'm asking myself if what did I do wrong? Am I not good enough?

　　I was just there sitting in front of my boss crying myself out. Good thing, he didn't bother to say something or else. I just wanted to cry it all out.

　　After a while, I got tired of crying. I wiped my tears. I was still sobbing when I looked at him. I faked the smile that I plastered in my lips.

　　"You done?" He asked.

　　I nodded my head, "thank *sniff* you boss, for everything."

　　He coughed and covered his mouth with right hand. I got confused when his face redden. He was like ... trying to stop something in his mouth.

　　"You okay, boss?" I asked being concerned.

　　He just waved his other hand telling me that it was just nothing. I stood up and preparing to leave but--

　　"Pfft --" and he burst out into laughter when he can't hold it anymore. I got a little bit surprised. What's with this old man?

　　He was laughing like a lunatic while pointing at me. I kinda feel a little bit

　　of embarrassment, so I look at glass window to see my face. There's nothing wrong about it, it was just my eyes that got swollen.

　　I innocently looked at him and he seemed that he was just the one laughing. He tried hard to stop himself from laughing. Is he that happy to fire me? I thought.

　　"Pfft --" he cleared his throat and continued, "uh ... Ms. Dalio, I just wanted to pfft --" and started laughing again that making me so pissed right now.

　　I just let him laugh like an idiot and waited for him to continue his word.

　　"I just wanted to say thank you and that --" he paused, he opened his drawer and took out something in it. What? A confetti? "You are PRANKED!" He shouted the word 'PRANKED' and my jaw dropped. He fired the confetti cannon in my face.

　　What the?! I coughed to make the sh*t, he fired, come out from my mouth. He started laughing his *ss off again.

　　"I'm what?" I frowned still not processing what he just said.

　　"IT'S.A.PRANK!" he emphasized every word. I feel like my blood boiled and went all over my face. For f*ck's sake! This old man is seriously ill! I was holding back my fist, wanting to punch him. I can't explain how mad I am now.

　　Is he kidding me? I wasted my tears just because I thought I was fired? I wanted to cursed the old man laughing in front of me, but I just can't and I hate it that I can't. He might fire me instead.

　　I turned my back at him. God! He's annoying. I started walking out of his office. I stopped midway when he said something --

　　"Anyways, starting tomorrow, I won't be your boss anymore," he calmly said.

　　I thought he will laugh forever, that's great! So he will continue laughing in hell. But wait -- what did he say?