Darmiel controlled himself not to ask Brenda about what happened with her when she went to Adrian Grayson’s office. He could clearly see the faint redness around her eyelids and the slight tremor in her hands as she clutched her notepad against her chest, but he knew that pushing her for answers right now would only cause her to break down completely in front of him.
“Brenda, if you have not eaten yet for lunch, go, take a one-hour break,” he said instead while looking at her with concern in his eyes, his voice softening to show her that he was giving her the space she desperately needed.
“Thank you, Sir Darmiel. Indeed, I am hungry,” she said, and before her tears could fall, she turned her back and walked out of her boss’ office, her high heels clicking rapidly against the polished flo
