In her office, Zaria looked at her broken tablet with a mournful gaze. It couldn't turn on no matter how she tried, so she wondered whether it could still be repaired or if she would have to buy a new one.
Although it was fairly aged and was no longer as fast as it was when it was new, it held too much of her important information.
Most importantly, it was a gift from her dad, so she was naturally unwilling to part with it. In the end, she decided to send it to its manufacturing company so it would be repaired.
…
In the afternoon.
Zaria had no choice but to make her way to Desmond's office again, carrying a cup of black coffee with her.
"Your afternoon coffee." She placed the white cup on the desk and made to retreat.
"I don't want black coffee." He looked up with a displeased expression just as she prepared to leave.
She could only patiently ask, "What would you like?"
