In My Desperate Time

I lick my lips, tasting the sour taste of yogurt.

Crap. I forget to wipe my mouth.

I feel so embarrassed.

I lower my head and remain silence.

Frances Louis says nothing and asks me to go down stairs for lunch.

I thought he has ordered takeout, but when I go downstairs, the table is empty.

"Where is the food?"

I ask Frances Louis who is sitting on sofa leisurely.

"You want me to cook for you?" The man raises his eyebrows and looks at me defiantly.

Thinking of his wicked cuisine, I shake my head quickly and say firmly, "No."

I am not Whitney. I will not flatter him.

"Let’s go."

Louis says and goes

him to the

going home, he takes me

all gather around him. I'm not exaggerating that women

I help

give you

for any moment. He glances briefly round the shop, turns to me, and

he want to send

be a waste

like anything. These things don't suit a poor office worker like me." I say, smiling

coldly, "Just pick

daddy’ has requested me to do so, it would be too

lips

forties, all the others, including the manager, gather around Frances Louis and present him with a

here are really frighteningly expensive. A simple necklace is ten thousand dollars,

to make Frances Louis think I'd seen all of

very delicate, from the workmanship to the inlaid jewelry, all of

my heart is being pulled by

is

My heart tightens.

He looks at the necklace and asks, "Do