(Faith's P.O.V.)
It's a rainy afternoon. I'm currently in my office, watching the beautiful view of the buildings, unconsciously tapping my pen on the table as I visualize the project I've been wanting to do as an architect for the past four years of my career.
It's been three days since the uproar that happened on the werewolf conference room. It was a shocking scandal between the three of us. I went back to work just like any other normal day. I knew that I had to pretend that nothing happened, and just continue doing my daily routine.
As for Frank though, I haven't seen him yet. He calls me, and I get to check up on him. He said that he'll come to work today, and I obviously told him that he should rest some more.
I smiled as soon as an idea popped in my head. But I felt a little sl
