Eleven

Andrew, gave a smirk, he wasn't surprised to see Mr. Mayonnaise. Jason, on the other hand, was nervous as he beholds his boss's face, he was afraid Mr. Mayonnaise already heard what he said.

“Ummm... Sir…,. I… It was…”

He stammered, rising from his seat. His heart was in disarray, and he looked at Andrew, seeing the young man unmoved, he didn't know what to think. What if his boss had just tested his integrity.

“What are you doing here?”

Asked Mr. Mayonnaise, obstructing Andrew, from passing.

“Mr. Mayonnaise, your son is still in prison, and you are here for work?”

He asked as he went back to take a seat.

“What are you doing in my company?”

He asked again in disgust and Andrew, raised a brow at him. This means he is speaking trash.

“Well... Mr. Mayonnaise, the dead have no say in the land of the living and some livings are walking corpses just so you know, I have come to…”

He was interrupted of the last word he wanted to say when a call came in through Mr. Mayonnaise phone. Once h