“You should know better than anyone, Milan.” Ciara muttered in a sharp tone, few lines were visible on her forehead. “I don't accept such a proposal, cancel it as soon as you can to avoid giving him false hope and impression.”
Swiftly, she dropped the dial phone receiver with a small sigh and rubbed her temples afterward as if she were trying to wade off the invincible headache she was having. “Ah —work!” She lamented under her breath, in a sharp yet weary tone.
The soft knock on the door interrupted the calm yet awkward silence, snapping Ciara off her daze. “Come in…" She lazily uttered, her gaze solely fixated on her desk.
The door creaked opened the next few seconds, with the soft clinking of heels against the floor following suit. “Ma'am…" The voice called Ciara's attention.
