"How can I take your order?" he asks with a smile.
"Hmm," I look at his name tag, Wills.
"Well, Wills, I'll take a iced coffee, please,"
He laughs as I say his name.
"Well, alright then, miss?" he questions.
"Rebecca,"
"How can I take your order?" he asks with a smile.
"Hmm," I look at his name tag, Wills.
"Well, Wills, I'll take a iced coffee, please,"
He laughs as I say his name.
"Well, alright then, miss?" he questions.
"Rebecca,"
Mr. Raichand, I don't need your help in my personal matters. You are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressi...