At Donal's Edifice.

Sofia's POV.

I was sitting in the parlor watching the television show when Donal entered.

“Good afternoon, Donal,” I greeted.

"Fine, afternoon to you," he responded.

He placed his briefcase on the table, opened it, and brought out a paper and handed it over to me.

“Here is the copy of the sacking letter you demanded.” He spoke.

I looked at it closely, and it was real; Linda had been fired. Joy and excitement filled my stomach.

“You have done well, Donal,” ...