One gloomy morning, when rain was predicted to last throughout the day as a goodbye to summer days, Amber walked with firm steps full of determination, eyes focused on the restricted chairman's office.
"I would like to see my father," Amber told the woman at the chairman's office reception desk.
The receptionist bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, Miss, but the chairman is away."
So much for her determination.
Amber clicked her tongue. "Where?"
The one who answered wasn't the receptionist girl, but the Chief Secretary coming out of the chairman's office. "We can't say, Miss."
He's at his mistress's place, isn't he? Amber almost rolled her eyes at the answer. It was midday and the Chief Secretary was at the office. If the chairman were gone for a business trip, the Chief Secretary would have come with him instead of staying back.
"When will he be back?" she exercised her patient and managed to hide her annoyance.
