Treasure had occupied his thoughts throughout the weekend. She resurfaced the instance the promotion agendum was raised. Her tear-streaked face kept him awake that Friday night. The sadness in those dark, intense eyes was overwhelming. It spoke of hurts that were being locked up inside, wounds begging to be healed. He found himself praying for her all night and even in service on Sunday. The reason for this interest remained a mystery to him. As he sat in his office after the meeting, thoughts of Treasure flooded his mind once again. He realised he had not seen her since he dropped her off at the bus stop on Friday.
He found her at her desk, bent over at some documents in front of her.
“Miss Treasure,” Kelvin said as he got close.
He saw her stiffen at his voice. Counting several second
