At Mr. Daniel's office, miss. Jenny Watson (the new Secretary) & Mr. Daniel were discussing about her new Job and how much it’s serious and top secret, “look miss Jenny” said Mr. Daniel “I always care about my company & that spy made lots of problems in the company. The company disagreed about getting another secretary, so please improve to me & to them that I am right about my choice, make me feel proud of you” “I promise you that I will do my best” said miss. Jenny “& you'll know that you made the right choice, sir”.
After work as usual it was time for workers to leave already. Let’s see the new secretary & let us know something about her life. She went back home, she lives with her little twin brothers they are 10 years old. Her parents are working abroad, and she has the whole responsibility at home.
After three hours her parents call her, Jenny pick up the phone & said “hello, here Mr. Watson's house” “hello sweet heart, it me, your mother.” Said Jenny's mother “How are you & how are your brothers are you alright?” “Yeah, we are fine” said Jenny “when you'll come back?” “after 3 months” answered her mother “we missed you a lot sweet heart” “So do I, mum” said Jenny “I am so happy to hear that you are okay” “OH! By the way, Mr. Harry want to see you” said Jenny's mother “he really wants to marry you either you agreed or not” “mother that's enough” said Jenny “I am sick of his cruel way & I am sick of treating me like a piece of land or a luxury that he will buy it with his money. I am not a thing that he can buy it with his money, I won't marry him, & that is my last word”. Then she hung up the phone in an angry annoyed mood & went to her brothers to help them in their home works. At 2:00 am some one knocked the door; Jenny woke up panicked & went to see who is it? “Who is there?” said Jenny “who are you & why did you came in this late hour?” “It's me my love” said Mr. Harry “open the door to let me see your beautiful face” “you must be joking” said Jenny “you came at this late hour & panicked my little brothers & I to just see my stupid face. I won’t open the door Harry. come tomorrow but at an earlier hour please” “you seem right this time” said Mr. Harry “but next time I'll come & you will open my dear, or you know me very well when I get mad I become bad”.
After work as usual it was time for workers to leave already. Let’s see the new secretary & let us know something about her life. She went back home, she lives with her little twin brothers they are 10 years old. Her parents are working abroad, and she has the whole responsibility at home.
After three hours her parents call her, Jenny pick up the phone & said “hello, here Mr. Watson's house” “hello sweet heart, it me, your mother.” Said Jenny's mother “How are you & how are your brothers are you alright?” “Yeah, we are fine” said Jenny “when you'll come back?” “after 3 months” answered her mother “we missed you a lot sweet heart” “So do I, mum” said Jenny “I am so happy to hear that you are okay” “OH! By the way, Mr. Harry want to see you” said Jenny's mother “he really wants to marry you either you agreed or not” “mother that's enough” said Jenny “I am sick of his cruel way & I am sick of treating me like a piece of land or a luxury that he will buy it with his money. I am not a thing that he can buy it with his money, I won't marry him, & that is my last word”. Then she hung up the phone in an angry annoyed mood & went to her brothers to help them in their home works. At 2:00 am some one knocked the door; Jenny woke up panicked & went to see who is it? “Who is there?” said Jenny “who are you & why did you came in this late hour?” “It's me my love” said Mr. Harry “open the door to let me see your beautiful face” “you must be joking” said Jenny “you came at this late hour & panicked my little brothers & I to just see my stupid face. I won’t open the door Harry. come tomorrow but at an earlier hour please” “you seem right this time” said Mr. Harry “but next time I'll come & you will open my dear, or you know me very well when I get mad I become bad”.
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