My Poor Secretary's

The Part 19

Aldrich didn't answer Gwen's question. The boy cried even tighter and hugged his stepmom's neck tightly. He had just had a bad dream, was treated harshly and dumped by his parents. In his subconscious, he was afraid of having to live alone.

Gwen who did not get an answer was even more confused. “Aldrich's thirsty? Want milk? Mama make it, huh?” bargained for.

“Mommy fierce, mommy evil,” babble Aldrich sounds unclear because accompanied by a hiccup.

Gwen is not Aldrich's parent. But she's still a mother. His heart felt the throbbing pain of seeing his stepson who was like very sad, even carried over to a dream. “Look at Alcie, you inflicted a deep wound on your own son. How can there be a cruel mother of yours,” murmured very softly.

Gwen tries to give her stepson peace of mind, bringing the tiny body to her. Replying with a tight hug to let Aldrich know that he was very dear to the two-year-old. Needless to say, quite a concrete action could make Aldrich stop crying but still leave a hiccup.

The door of the room was opened violently to a loud sound in Gwen's eardrum. He stared at the source of the sound. And the manager was already standing with both hands ruffled by the waist.

“Nak one of your lives! Time to work and sit back here! Tired of it?!” The manager named Mrs. The mollay spoke loudly and was very cynical.

“I'm sorry Mrs. Mollay, my son is crying. I have to calm him down first,” reply Gwen looks very sorry.

“I told you, don't let your son reduce your performance! Even the boy dared to enter the restaurant area and cry there, disturbing the comfort of the visitors!” Mrs. Mollay doesn't seem content to nag. His neck was even visible.

Gwen stood up from her seat, still holding Aldrich. He bowed while saying an apology many times. Because he is wrong, so he will not argue. “Please give me a chance to fix my shortcomings,”.

The two women whose age is not much different are looking at each other. Mrs. Molay jerked his hand until Gwen's head turned to the left.

“Ck, ck, ck, there are employees who do not know themselves like you?” Mrs. Molay circled Gwen's body and glared at Aldrich.

Making the little boy even more frightened and tightening a hug on Gwen's neck. “Atut, ghost,” whispers in Gwen's ear.

“Please don't scare her,” pinta Gwen. “Your deal with me, not my son,” he added, hoping his manager could stop glaring at Aldrich.

“Who said I had no business with him?” Mrs. Mollay faced Gwen again, standing haughtily. “You should know, I've been watching you today. And you made three mistakes in less than an hour!”

Gwen raised her eyebrows in confusion. “Three? Just one, why are you exaggerating,” the protest.

“Heh, do you think my eyes are blind? You think I can't count?” Mrs. Mollay shouts Gwen's head.

And brushed by the mother of one child. “Here is a little boy, please do not give a bad example to him,”. “Try to mention if it is my fault there are three,” challenges later.

Mrs. Mollay laughed cynically with the employee who served as the waiter. It's very brave to fight a manager like him.