"What do you mean, Freya? I don't understand you," Dylan said, confused.
"Follow me." I just said. Then I turned my back on him and started walking towards the corner where there was a room that went straight to the conference room. I entered and walked towards my usual seat. I heard the door closed and I knew that Dylan was following me.
"Freya, what do you mean? Can please explain it to me? You're going to end our relationship? Why?"
I didn't look at him but instead, I'm too focused on my seat that I haven't sat often. I ran my fingers in it. I don’t know why I’m focused on my seat. Maybe I found it too awesome because well, I don't know what the reason is. It's just that I'm too focused. Every inch of my chair… I sighed. I felt like I’m crazy. Tsk tsk.
"Freya, face me!" I was shocke
