THE SECRET ADMIRER

It was a beautiful Friday morning. the atmosphere was so friendly that the morning sun shone brilliantly as I stepped down from the car and slammed the door.

I walked into my office with poise, as my dad had sent me the job report from our previous month, which showed that the Philippine company had performed exceptionally well.

"Good morning, Miss Amihan," Ciara greeted with a broad smile that made her eyes seem like they were about to close.

"Morning Ciara," I replied swiftly.

She reached for my handbag and added, "You haven't received any calls yet this morning."

"Thank You, Ciara,"

"A congratulations message had been sent to the company's mail by the New York team," Ciara told me with a smile.

"Yes! My father called me last night. We had performed exceptionally well," I smiled satisfactorily in response.

"Ma'am, the CEO also sent promotion letters to some of our staff," she exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Ciara was among many who had fought for a pay raise and promotion. Despi