Tips to Save My Boss

Fortunately, I soon found Mr. Cotton, guided by Mandy Jones°Æ loud voice.

Dressed in an haute couture suit and sitting on a little stool, he was drinking beer and having a barbecue with Mandy Jones.

Was that the real Hale Cotton, who used to eat top-class steak, drink top-class red wine and spend a lot of money every day?

And who was now eating junk food that ordinary people preferred?

As I was hesitating about whether I should go over to them, Mandy Jones turned her head, seeing me, "Hey, Miss Garcia!"

Mr. Cotton also turned to me with a frown as if he was slightly surprised.

I knew what he was thinking°™Why this disappointed woman followed me here for work when I was dating a girl!

I summoned up courage and went to them.

I ordered a drink and then said nothing.

Mandy Jones was gnawing a greasy kebab, covering her mouth with oil. Perhaps, the kebab was too spicy, so she kept gasping for breath for a long time.