Chapter Eighty Six

Sinjin picked up the receiver as the phone rang and put it to his ear. "Yes, Alicia?" he answered.

"Um, Miss Archer is here to see you, sir. Should I send her up?" Alicia inquired.

"Yes, please. Thank you," Sinjin replied.

"Very well, sir." Alicia said before ending the call.

Sinjin set the receiver back on the cradle and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. He was frustrated with the incompetence of his employees, feeling they were more concerned with collecting their undeserved salaries and incentives than doing their jobs properly.

He wondered if it was too much to expect even one employee out of three thousand to meet his standards, especially compared to Adella.

A few moments later, there was a knock at the door. He called for Sande to enter. The door opened, and she walked in, dressed in black jeans, a white tank top, and a black denim jacket. Her short hair rested on the collar of her jacket.

"Hey, short stuff," he greeted with a smile, standing up and walking around the desk