Zita
I arrived at Kian’s office, heart beating mildly in my chest—even though it could turn sporadic any moment from now. I had to calm down. But, how was I supposed to calm down when Kian had canceled all of my calls?
While I drove to his office. I had called him a total of sixty-nine times, and was even pulled up by the cops for overspeeding. He had given me a ticket before letting me off.
I had to calm down. I couldn't have Kian thinking that I was a lunatic since he had already complained about me being suffocating.
“Keep it in, Zita” I inhaled deeply, flashing smiles at those who walked past me before pulling up before the receptionist, smoothing my hair.
She lifted her gaze, ready to flash that fake ‘ass’ smile that almost all receptionists threw around but the moment her ey
