EPILOGUE

I sat at the fuckers couch and look at him boredly. He has this mountain of files on his table including his laptop.

"I met Franco in my trip, the fucker don't plan to go back here." I said as I look at his coffee table infront of me. He has this files here too. I picked one and open it.

"He don't like this country, he said it's too hot here and he can't take it." he shrugged.

"Why do you have so many files here?" I asked curiously.

He breath so hard and slump on his seat. "Fuck this life. I need to review all my employees profile. I think there's a traitor."

I laughed. "Well, you're fucked too." I stopped flipping the pages of the folder that I'm holding. Milda Asuncion. I looked at her picture and it made my chest pump for no other reason. She look sad but nevertheless, she looks like a goddess.

"Who… Is this?" I pointed at the picture of her.

Brandon looked at me. "That's my favorite employee. I know that she's being bullied by her co-workers but she still do her works exper