A Tentative Decision

Stella turns her head in my direction and squints her eyes. “They do, but only to their executive staff.”

I grin inwardly and ask again, carefully, “Does the executive personal assistant to the CEO count as an executive staff?”

Stella doesn’t reply at first, instead, she eyes me like she’s trying to gauge my motive for that question.

“Yes. But why do you ask?”

I rub my hands together under my desk in excitement while trying not to look the part. “I am thinking of moving out of my family’s home soon. So, I was thinking that if Transcorp could offer me a place, I wouldn’t need to make further expenses on rent.”

“Remind me as soon as your trial period ends. I will help you inquire if you qualify,” Stella says to me before shifting her gaze to the digital clock on her table.

I guess it’s time to work.

“Mr. Moore will be here any time soon. It’s time to make his espresso,” she alerts me.

I glance at the clock and take note of the time so she doesn’t have to remind me about it ne