Ava couldn't shake off the thoughts of Caleb and their conversations from her mind. She had been feeling a mix of emotions - guilt for spilling coffee on important documents, and a growing fondness for her boss. As she walked home from the office on Friday evening, she couldn't help but wonder what Caleb's weekend plans were.
Meanwhile, Caleb was having a heated discussion with his mother, Victoria. They stood in the opulent living room of their family home, their voices raised in argument.
"Caleb, you're being ridiculous," Victoria said, her arms crossed. "You're not ready to live on your own. You need my guidance and support."
"I'm 25 years old, Mother," Caleb replied, his jaw set. "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself. I need my own space, my own life."
Victoria
