IT was exactly nine in the morning when Basha entered the office. She went behind her table without greeting her assistant.
“Coffee, Ms. Basha?”
“No, thank you.” She responded while opening the first folder on top of the file. “Are you finished with the report on the last quarter?”
“Yes. I already sent the file in your email.”
“Thank you.”
Five minutes after that conversation, the door opened without a warning.
Mutya entered. Her mate was smiling beautifully. She has a canister in one hand and a food keeper in the other.
“G-good morning, M-miss Mutya.”
The petite woman beamed at Andie. “Good morning. How’s your sleep?”
“I-it was good. Thank you f-for asking.”
“I brought breakfast for my mate. She left this morning without putting anything in her stomach.”
“That’s very sweet,
