Teresa glared at the window lustfully. She was trying her best not to feel astonished but she just couldn't help it, she hadn't set eyes on her boss since the agreement she had made to be his pretend girlfriend.
She knew they were both avoiding each other. Teresa understood that Hector was only giving her space, to be sincere he was right because she needed space to process everything. She knew standing here lustfully like a statue was a sign of how bothered she was.
With shaky hands, Teresa tried to wipe the sweat that was trying to sprinkle down her cheeks. “What are you doing just standing there?” Ms.Clinton let out, making Teresa tremble.
“Are you okay? You look sick,” she uttered, moving forward to place her hand on Teresa's forehead but Teresa took some steps back before she cou
