Jina and I were sitting in the office, looking at each other, thinking about our choices.
“We should not bother him with it,” Jina said.
“You cannot hide this forever from him. Imagine if he finds out from somewhere else,” I said.
Footsteps interrupted our conversation, and Jina straightened herself on the sofa as I leaned on the table.
Kevin walked in. He looked at both of us.
“I don't like this,” he frowned.
“Sit,” I said, and without moving his gaze from us, he sat on the chair opposite the sofa.
I cleared my throat, but it was Jina who started. “You need to be prepared for this.” Jina pulled out her phone and clicked the link. Simply placing it on the center table—couldn’t we be more delicate? But it was too late.
Kevin looked down at the article, shifting his hands between his
