A girl in her early twenty's was working on her desk on designing the clothing models. It was half-past the end of their working hours at night. One of her colleagues stopped by her desk before leaving their office to go home.
Her colleague asked, "Nova, when are you going to leave office? If you are done, let's go with me. I will give you a lift home?" The girl raised her head and smiled. Showing her forefinger, she indicated him to give her one minute.
As she was done with her designs, she began arranging the papers, asking, "Did you see if the boss is still in her cabin?" Hearing the scoff, she made a tsked sound, and said, "Nevermind. A wrong question I asked to you, I guess."
"Yes, you are. Mrs.- uh, sorry. Ms. Evans rarely leaves her office. No one has ever thought she would be s
