Jayme tidied up his desk, which was littered with papers. His mind wandered randomly as if he had no home to call home. Usually, Zanara and Marion were his focus. By then, he already knew who he would call and talk to. The beautiful Marion, of course. Now, everything seemed to be scattered.
Someone emerged from behind the door just as there were several knocks. It was Clara. No one else would calmly enter his study but her.
"Jay ... lunch together?" Clara asked, sinking into the chair across from Jayme's desk. The man, who had looked frustrated and disinterested in his work, was now facing the neatly organized papers in front of him to avoid talking to the girl.
"Sorry, Cla, I can't. I have to finalize the patient data and record on the calendar all the appointments this week. You can g
