Hi, Katrina again.
My job working for Jeevan and Sarvesh in the shipping/exporting business had steadily become busier and busier. I was having to stay back late most nights, just to get all my work done. One evening Sarvesh was also in the office and he came into my room.
“Katrina, you are here late again.”
“Yes I just want to get these contents reports finished for the New Zealand customs,” I replied.
“Will you be long?”
“No, not too long. About another 20mintes.”
“OK I’ll wait and give you a lift home,” Sarvesh said.
“There is no need for you to stay. I can lock-up and catch a taxi.”
“It’s no problem. I have a few things to finish too,” he answered.
“Thank you, Sarvesh.”
I sat in the back of the car with him on the way to Hansini’s house, and he asked how often I needed to stay late doing my work. I told him it was now most weeknights and often all day Saturday too. He asked if some of that work could be given to someone else. When I agreed that it could, he asked if I wanted him to get a girl to help as my secretary. Again I agreed I could do with someone to help me.