Though he couldn’t see her, she gulped. She had done nothing wrong. Was he mad at her for not sending him a thank you note for the flowers? But she didn’t ask for it. She arranged her files and shut down her laptop. Her steps were slow as she meandered to the door.
Lunch break was over, and she didn’t get a chance to eat. Her stomach reminded her of her negligence with a painful twist. The office door opened by an inch but there was no one in sight. Leila stepped out, about to dial Kelvin, when she saw Amara. The lady nodded in greeting. No smiles.
“Hi,” Leila murmured after a few seconds of awkwardness. She didn’t know if to ask her about her husband. What would she state as the reason? Finally, she said, “Can I help you?”
Amara chuckled. “Yes, you can.” With her short heels, they were
