A sharp draw of breath escaped Denver’s mouth as he fiddled with the cup of coffee in his hand. He sat silently in his office cubicle and gazed over the sales report presentation that Wednesday prepared over the weekend.
“She probably hadn’t gotten a proper sleep because of this.” The man whispered to himself, biting down his lower lip. He stood up and scanned the four-cornered office hoping to see a trace of her but the woman was nowhere to be found.
“At the meeting room.” Cassie passed by in front of him and winked, as if able to read his mind. “Bring tea, she looks a bit restless after I told her that the President is coming.”
Denver can’t help but chuckle at how fast she figured him out. “Thanks for the tip, Cass.” His cheeky colleague playfully shot him with finger
