Drenched in Love

“Well, it is not director or manager...”

The gossiping women looked at each other. After a while, a deliberately subdued female voice was heard, “Did our president let her in?”

No one spoke, but everyone nodded in tacit agreement.

After the gossip, the women took the water and left. Sophia turned around, walked to the tea room holding a cup and turned on the faucet to take water.

The conversation of those women reverberated in her mind. Was that recruiting job just to get her into the company? She did not have the ability, so she got in because someone helped her? The man who gave her help was the president of the Berry Group?

Sophia was confused about it: why? She didn’t know the president of the Berry Group. Even in the heyday of the Carter Group before, she had never met the president of the Berry Group. Why would he help her?

As thinking, a burst of pain was on the hand. Sophia screamed out, subconsciously let go and then the cup fell on the ground.

was so absorbed in her thoughts that she forgot that she was getting some water, and the hot

turned red at once. Sophia endured the pain, picked up the cup, washed it with hot water and took another one before she

she sat down on the chair, Hazel her colleague came over, “Oh, what is wrong with your hand? Did you get hurt

who had gone to fetch water from

and wiped the back of her hand that became red, “I got hurt

several women gathered round to show

is JWH ointment for burns and scald, come on, apply

too hot. You should be

put it on the back of your hand, you

wrap the ice in it, it’s