Hamid slammed the heavy stack of files he had tucked under his arm onto the table, took a sip of the tea sitting in front of him, and began panting in annoyance. "On one hand, I have to listen to all the juniors' demands, and on the other hand, there's this mountain of files given by Rahman Sir—I am utterly exhausted today."
Venting his frustration, he opened the flap of the first pending file and grabbed a red pen.
He began inspecting the files, flipping through the pages rapidly.
A short while later, Noor walked up to Hamid's desk, crossed her arms, and pouted. "Why don't you ever call me? You just ignore me! Don't you have my number anymore?"
Hamid set his pen down, a sudden warmth flushing his cheeks. "Of course I do," he said softly. "I just thought you were busy... and didn't you
