Noah's POV
"Boss," Mary, my new assistant, called out again. She tried as much as she could to mask the frustration and anger in her tone... But I heard it.
"What?" I said with a grunt before looking at her.
She looked scared.
In the one year Mary had worked in the company, I had always seen her composed and neat... But not today.
She looked as though she has been run over by a hurricane.
"What is with you? If you're not feeling well that doesn't mean you can refuse to dress nice."
Pang!
There it was again.
I felt a sharp pain in my head as soon as the last two words came out of my lips.
'Dress nice.'
I had said it before.
I remember telling someone the same thing.
But I couldn't remember who it was or why.
It was as though those words were like a trigger, trying to
