A series of taps on Zaria's desk woke her up just as she was about to drift to sleep. She didn't know how long she had worked for, but when she was done, she couldn't hold it anymore and slumped onto her desk.
She woke up groggily, rubbed her eyes, and then looked up. Desmond was standing before her.
"Sir, is there anything else I need to do?" She asked, then suddenly realized that he was wearing a different set of clothes. It was morning!
The man frowned at her swollen eyes that were as red as a rabbit's. Her hair was in a mess as some of its strands stuck on her face.
When her mind finally cleared, she had the urge to find a hole to hide in. This was probably the most humiliating condition Desmond had seen her in. It was even more embarrassing than when he kicked her out of his house.
Still, she cleared her throat and brushed her fingers through her hair, then straightened her back and looked straight at him. "Good morning, sir."
