The moment Deli got home, she stripped and instantly jumped in the shower with hopes of also washing away all the memories of the day as she bathed.
She had gotten food on the way home, too tired to actually think of cooking the moment she got home, which was what she ate the moment she got out of the bathroom before falling asleep barely thirty minutes later.
Her eyes hurt from scrolling through white sheets either, digital papers or hard-copy books.
Yes, there was a lot she didn’t know but why did everything feel more like torture than anything else.
‘How the hell does he do it without getting a migraine,’ Deli thought, unable to fathom how easily he runs the company without so much as breaking a sweat.
She didn’t wake up until about three hours later with the loud ringing of her ph
