"Have a seat, Ces," I asked Franceska to join the conversation first because my purpose in asking her to come in was not to give her work. It was to keep me company so I wouldn't have to be alone with Dylan.
"How are you, Dylan?" I greeted him, trying to appear normal. Keeping it as neutral as possible, while being friendly as usual.
"Good," he replied briefly, staring at me intently.
Feeling uneasy, I lowered my face for a moment to avert my gaze from him. "If you're still not fully recovered, don't force yourself to come here. I don't want this company to look bad by forcing an employee who hasn't fully recovered to come to work."
Dylan shook his head. "I'm sure I'm recovered, Ma'am. Thank you for your concern."
"Then, what brings you here? Is there a work-related issue you want to
