Part 2: Getting A New Job

Shamsiya had only one word to describe this meal. Stressful!

So stressful, she couldn't even describe the taste of the pasta. It felt like wax and starch on her tongue, stirred in a full pot of sodium. Simply put, it was a miserable experience she never wanted to repeat.

Once, she stuffed too much of the pasta in her mouth in a haste to finish quickly and escape from the torture. As a result...she choked and the demon had to pat her on the back for her to breathe again.

By the time the meal was over, she was drenched in cold sweat and felt as exhausted as if she had hiked a mountain.

Staggering out of her seat, she carried their trays to the sink with an ugly expression on her face. She had to speak with the demon. She couldn't have him popping in her house any hour of the day. If she had to endure this kind of torment for two weeks, her body would shut down from over stress!

"The meal was enjoyable. Although, it could've been better, it was still good." The oblivious man stood ou