It was a usual day and Isabella was working in her office when her intercom rang and she picked it up.
“In my office,” Leo said and disconnected the call as usual.
She walked inside the office and there he was, standing in front of his French window and his back was facing her.
“What do you want?” Isabella asked annoyed, thinking he wanted to make trouble with her. He turned around and what Isabella saw she wasn’t expecting.
His eyes were red-shot and his upper two buttons were open when his clothes were disheveled. He was sweating profusely, though the air conditioner is at its lowest temperature.
Leo had a meeting during lunch break and he returned from there a few minutes back. Did he eat something wrong?
Maybe he had an allergic reaction, but there was nothing wrong with his skin
