SIX YEARS LATER.
Sofia Rhys.
“Have a good night, Miss Rhys.”
“Wish you a lovely weekend.”
“Rest well.”
My lips slanted upwards into a small smile, offering the small crew, the ones yet to retire for the day anyway, a wave. “Goodnight.” My voice was soft, laced with exhaustion of working the whole day. “Don’t stay up late.” I warned, though the smile on my face still remained there.
There were about three of them, all planning to round up their leftover work while preparing for the weekend fully. We have an upcoming project, a major one and everyone’s trying to be on their best work attitude in hopes of getting involved in the dream team of the project.
I know the importance of it, heck, even I am interested. But, as their superior, I took it upon myself to remind them that work isn’
