Kylie's POV
"What are you doing, Nadia?" I asked, upon entering into the main kitchen, my stomach made rumble sounds to signify how hungry it was.
Nadia, who was in the kitchen, tilted her head to my direction. "Mr Greg hasn't gotten his dinner yet, so I'm preparing it."
I inched closer to her. "Wait, why? Why hasn't he eaten?" I asked with arched brows.
"I rarely do see my boss yell at the top of his voice, but when you left without any information, he was worried sick about you. Kylie. Next time, please tell him before anything else." Nadia gave me a pleading look. I leaned away with a sigh.
"I'll just make coffee for myself," I mumbled, walking to the coffee brewer to brew some coffee. After I was done, I placed into a mug under a glassy plate, and left without another word.
Retu
