I pointed in the direction of the door. "Now, I'm going to start working. You can go out."
She turned, walked to the door, and then turned again. "Mr. Cheney, do you like Krista?"
This question was easy to answer, but it left me dazed.
I immediately said, "Of course, Krista is excellent, and no man will not like it."
She was silent, opened the door, and left. I leaned to my desk, picked up my pen, and opened my papers.
But right now, the question of Gia earlier was occupying my head. Do I like Krista? Yes, I like her. Otherwise, I wouldn't be angry because other men approached her, and I wouldn't be upset because she always asked for a divorce.
It rained all afternoon, and when I was done with a bundle of work on my desk, I called Krista to take her home with me.
When I met her in t
