"Nadia!" I called out the name firmly. Forgetting the desire to rest, I went back out of the room to meet her.
"Sapphire." She responded casually while writing something in a book, occasionally glancing at her phone. I knew she was concentrating on recording orders, so I let her finish.
"What's up?" she asked after a while.
"Why are you posting a status like this?" I pointed my phone screen at her, showing the status she wrote.
"Sharing happy news. What's the big deal?" she asked innocently.
"Sob." I fumed, frustrated by her indifferent attitude.
"Why does it matter?" she asked again. Was she naive or what?
"Marlowe read it."
"So what?"
Ugh! I was exasperated.
"It's good that Marlowe read it. You don't have to bother finding words of rejection anymore."
"Argh! But the problem is
