Vienna's POV
Whenever I remember our shoot that was always postponed because of my doing I always felt terrible and thought ill of myself.
"Are you okay now?" Simoun asked me and I can worry written on his face.
"Yeah," I responded in a weak voice then gave him a faint smile.
"I will talk to them don't worry," he uttered trying his best to relieve the heaviness that I have inside.
"You don't have to," I responded because he has nothing to do with that and I don't like him using his power just to lift my burden.
"I can handle that and don't want you to be involved in my work Simoun," I uttered and I wanted to take my words back when I saw him offended.
I was about to explain to him the point but the doorbell interrupted our conversation.
"I will just get that," he uttered then stood
