"You need to help me," Finn almost begged Nora, who used to be the closest to him in this office. Nora took the forced resignation from his hand and looked around her consciously.
"You need to talk to Mr. George Mason. No one can do anything for you. We all need our jobs," She muttered, handing him a slip with a forced smile, "You can come and get your dues cleared on Thursday."
Finn seemed too worried now. George Mason had assured him his support, and now he wasn't even receiving his calls.
All those who were protesting against Sienna Mason were now doing their jobs quietly.
No. This needs to be fixed. I'll talk to George. His favour cost me my job. They are all acting as if they all love the bitch.
Until a few days back, he used to be the closest one to the boss. The spoiled brat who used to bully everyone in Mason Traders. And now all of a sudden, he was jobless.
