Three days passed since I walked out of Drex's house.
I had only messaged him once to ask how he was feeling, and his reply was that he was better.
When he asked why I'd left, I didn't answer.
Because I figured there was no reason to.
The kiss had replayed in my head more times than I'd want, so I decided to distract myself with work.
“Do you not see the flaw in this design?” I kept my tone professional as I reviewed a design submitted by one of the high ranking workers.
It was clear he was holding his breath as he stared at it again. “Uh, th-the flaw is from the handle?”
I leaned forward. “Are you asking me that, Mr Carl?”
The color left his skin. “N-No, ma'am. I'll fix it. I'll fix the flaw.”
“Good,” I nodded, “and report back tomorrow, by noon.”
“Yes, ma'am!”
I waved a dism
