"Yes, Rissa." Charlos tried to keep his voice calm.
"Where are you?" asked Rissa.
"I'm in my … office," Charlos replied.
Seriously! Is it possible that Rissa knows something happened between him and Gladys? Gladys casually hooked her super thick bra, then adjusted her breasts to foughttheir proper position. She pulled her dress up a little, then lowered it a little more so that Charlos could cleave her cleavage.
"It is late. Why don't you come home? Do not work too hard. You'll get sick later."
Oh, is it true that Rissa really cares about him? Until now, Rissa hasn't even said sorry. The woman didn't know that yesterday Charlos was sick and had an IV in the hospital. He was all sick. His heart ached. His body ached.
"Oh, I thought you didn't care about me anymore?"
