Foodies Company

"Mister, do you know where the Foodies Company is?" he frowned at my question. I am currently inside the trycle right now and I was like a Dora finding an unknown company, or am I the only one who doesn't know it?

Sh*t, when I have never seen this Company, I will really make that old man pay for my time finding this company! What if the old man is just having a good time with me? Gosh, I don't know anymore.

"You don't know that che" It didn't seem to believe what he heard from my mouth.

"Oh no, If I just know where that is Mister, I will never ask you. That's why I'm asking, isn't it?" full of sarcasm I answer. He immediately put a hand on his neck and started driving.

"It's just around the corner, it's a famous company because of their famous food brands." I said 'ohhh' and looked at the paper again. Looks like that old man is a big winnie, huh?

"Here we are, Miss." I immediately turned my attention to a huge building. I gaped down on the trycle as I looked up and looked at its full size.

"Wait, what do you need there, Miss?" I immediately turned my attention back to the driver. "They are strict when it comes to those who come in and out of that company." I saw someone rummaging through what was in his pocket and immediately handed me a perfume.

"What am I going to do here, Mister?" I want to stab this driver because I really don't like Fathers. I hate them. He suddenly reached for my hand and immediately placed the bottle of perfume there.

"It's not a perfume, it's alcohol. Be careful and don't take off your mask, Miss. " After he said that he immediately pulled his trycle away. Slowly my eyes landed on the alcohol I now had in my hand.

I don't know what my reaction will be. I immediately raised my eyes to stop the tears welling up in my eyes.

No, they're not kind, Demetria. All father's and men are all the same.

I stepped inside the company and the guard looked at me before entering. I first put alcohol in my hand and look at the rest of the company. I was still gaping because of its excessive size and my eyes immediately landed on the logo placed in the middle.

'Foodies Corporation'

"Excuse me, where is the owner of the company?" I casually asked the woman in front of me. Her forehead furrowed.

"Do you have an appointment Ma'am?" I immediately presented her with the little paper that the old man had given me. He didn't bother to look at the computer and immediately showed me the elevator.

"Here we are, Ma'am. I will take you to the CEO office, " she politely called me. She even called me 'Ma'am.' What's going on?

We also waited a few minutes before we reached the fourthy-fifth floor of this building.

Seriously, this company is pretty big! I silently said in my mind because as soon as we got out of the elevator, the very long hallway immediately opened up to us.

"This way Ma'am,"

"Oh--okay," I immediately followed the woman while my eyes were busy looking around the offices we passed. I just stopped walking when this woman suddenly stopped also.

She is beautiful and it is brunette. Her hair was round on her head like ensaymada bread. She turned to my direction.

"I can only take you up to here Ma'am, I still have work to do. Just go straight this way and turn to the left and you will see a single door. That is the CEO office. " I followed her hand with my eyes and just nodded.

"All right, it's okay. Thank you very much. " After I said that we said goodbye to each other. I started to step and I turned left.

"Is that it?" none of my own pronunciation and faint knock on the door.

"Just come in, it's open." my forehead immediately furrowed once again when I heard an old voice. I didn't look around anymore and slowly opened the door and immediately the smiling face of the old man opened up to me.

"Oh my, I thought you're not interested to find my company, Miss." I immediately rolled my eyes across this office. Seriously, I think the size of the apartment I'm staying in will double the size of this old man's office.

"Please take a sit." He waved at me and pointed to the long black sofa.

"What job are you willing to give me? I work hard, I can be your assistant or— "

"You won't work here in my company, Ms. Galvez." Someone took it out something from his drawer and got up from his seat in his swivel chair and handed me a brown envelope.

My being is full of curiosity when I look at it and accepted it I immediately open the envelope and I saw a document and read it. The second time, my forehead furrowed even more.

"What's this?" I don't understand what he wants to say to me. The old man reached for the glass in front of him and drank water from there.

It looks like nothing happened to him. Is he really the old man I helped days ago? It seems not though.

"Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask that as I turned to look at his side. He also looked down there and laughed a little and then put down the glass he was carrying with water.

"Don't worry, Miss. I'm okay. But as far as I know… you don't like men? Map whether it is young or old. " that words immediately ring in my system.

How did he know that?

"H-How did you know that?" he did not answer my question and instead of answering me he had a non-nail number on the phone and a few minutes later a man in a black suit entered the office immediately.

"Here, Sir."

"All right, you can come out." the body guard just nodded and the door closed. The old man opened the other brown envelope and smiled.

"Demetria Galvez, 28 years old, working in a club and paying the bills for her Mother's medication." My whole body immediately trembled because of the anger I was feeling now.

"How did you find out all that?" he just shrugged and laid the envelope on the small table in front of us.

"Money can do everything, Miss Dem." I was secretly cheap when I realized that even my nickname at the club was known to him.

"Are you block mailing me?" I smirk. "I thought I would hear the word 'thank you' from your mouth. Yes, I am determined to work, so I came here. " I stood up and shot him glaring looks.

"But I don't want to work for a company whose boss doesn't even know how to be humble and grateful to someone who owe his life." I couldn't restrain my own mouth. I am about to walk out at the office when suddenly he spoke again.

"One-billion pesos," he said suddenly so I immediately look behind me. "I will reward you one-billion pesos when you find my grandson." I don't know, but when situations like this happen it's natural for me to accept it right away. Especially a lot of money is at stake.

But why do I feel like I'm insulting myself?

"Do you think you can make all the people around you work, just because of the money, huh?" I looked him directly into his eyes. This is the very first time I have said no to money.

I couldn't stop clenching my fists.

"I don't need your money, what all I want is a stable job and a humble 'thank you' from your mouth. Excuse me. " I turned away from his direction and suddenly he spoke again.

"I will answer for your Mother's lifelong treatment and I will make sure she recovers from her illness." I close my eyes. Why is this happening to me?