“Is everything alright? You seem nervous.” Angie asked me during our evening call. Well, evening for me, but early afternoon for her.
“I am fine.” I tried to pretend nothing was happening.
“You might be thousands of kilometers away, but I can still recognize how you feel. Say it! What’s wrong?” She came closer to her camera on her laptop, so her face was now all over my tablet screen. It almost made me laugh seeing her face so strangely curved because of the resolution and those other technical things which I didn’t understand.
“It’s really nothing.” I waved it off, trying to make her forget about that. I realized later that if Angela put something into her mind, she would never drop the idea to get what she wanted. I learned that during our training sessions, when I taught her my comba
