Alda then entered, leading a group of ladies, all of them bowing in a line in front of Frank. “Good morning, sir!” Alda stood nearby with poise like Meg Quill, spreading her arms at Frank and exclaiming, “Now, take your pick!” Frank glanced between her and Sylvie and sighed exasperatedly. “Stop. Let them get back to work.”

“Come on. Choose one, Mr. Frankton!”

“No. And I mean now.”

Alda stuck her tongue out at him, but she had no choice but to send the ladies away. “What a boor. They may not compare to me or Ms. Wal, but they’re pretty nonetheless. How could you just let them go like that?” Frank smiled in wry amusement. “Why do you seem more excited than me?”

Alda shrugged. “It’s the first time I’m seeing someone this obedient.”

That was when two employees entered, bringing a desk, a computer, and other furniture for a workstation.

“What?” Alda and Sylvie were left perplexed.