"Dera, what are you doing?" Frank asked when he returned, his voice making Dera come back to reality. His eyes fell to the paper in Dera's hand and she placed it on the table in front of her before smiling up at him. She had wanted to glance through it, but Frank had returned before she had a chance.
"Frank, can I work for your new jewelry company?" Dera asked.
Frank's face furrowed. He sat down in his swivel chair and said, "Dera-"
"You've been looking out for me all along. I'm a jewelry designer too, and I'd like to be helpful to you."
It was then that, at such words from Dera, the lines between Frank's eyebrows grew tenser. He thought about her illness, and a mixed-up feeling seeped into him.
"Do you think that I cannot maintain a job in my state?" Dera said weakly and pathetically
