Chapter 13

Another day at work, I place Mr. Jason's coffee on his table when he speaks to me.

"Eleanor, pick up the card on the table," He says, with his eyes glued to his laptop screen. 

"Ok, sir," I say, and do as he says. I pick up the card, and it's a card for a boutique. Is he giving me this because he wants me to shop there? I already told him I won't buy expensive clothes. I know he is arrogant, but I didn't think he would force me to buy expensive clothes.

"During the weekend, visit that place and get yourself new clothes."

"Alright, sir, thank you for the recommendation," I say, even though I am not going to go to this place, but instead of arguing with him. I think it's better to pretend like I took his advice so he would let the issue of my clothing choice slide.

"It's not a recommendation; I want you to go there on Saturday and get good clothes for the polo match we are attending on Sunday. I can't have my PA going anywhere with me looking like I