Keren was so shy, she used to wish the ground would open and swallow her. Ethan was still fast asleep; he was oblivious that his grandfather was in the room. “You must be Keren, right?Keren tried to speak but she was stuttering and she struggled to compose herself."Yes, I am, sir.“Why is Ethan fast asleep by this time?“He is drunk, sir; he drank too much. “I see. Follow me.“Sir?“You heard me; follow me. Ethan’s grandfather left the room and Keren jumped off the bed and rushed to Ethan’s closet to wear something casual. She wore a white collar shirt and joggers. When she was done, she headed downstairs to meet Mr. Geftan. “Right on time, join me.Mr. Geftan poured Keren a glass of freshly pressed juice; he pressed it himself. It was a mixture of pineapple, watermelon and a little ginger. “This is so lovely, sir; I have never tasted a better fruit juice.“So tell me, what is it like working with Ethan?“I have no idea, sir. I only resumed today. I hoped I was going to have a bli
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