Stepping inside her office, Charlene couldn’t help but smile at the scene that was silently greeting her.
It was Max, as usual, sitting on her chair, elbows propped on the table. He was spacing out while looking at the blue roses resting in front of him that he again brought for her. He looked as if he hadn’t had enough sleep like Damien.
Charlene had a hunch that the two binged-drank last night. Clearing her throat, she tried to get Max’s attention. “Hey…” she whispered.
Max didn’t budge. He was too absorbed in whatever was running inside his head.
Walking closer to her table, Charlene then snapped her fingers.
Max didn’t move an inch. It didn’t even stir him up.
Charlene was now wondering why he was spacing out so deep. Thinking of something silly, she then did her most favorit
