"What are you doing here?" Amy let out a tired sigh.
She looked at Mona who was standing in front of her desk. "Please talk to him for me. He won't even spare me a word. Please. He can't end things like this with me."
The young girl looked like she was about to cry. But that was not the least of Amy's worries. It was the fact that should Stella walk in on this scene, the older woman would surely ask questions. To spare her the heartache, she thought she had dealt with this quietly but it seemed Mona had other plans.
"Please. I'll do anything", she begged.
Amy frowned when she heard this. She didn't think Mona felt this deeply about Ian. A few days had passed without seeing her and she suddenly showed up with dark circles under her eyes, hair tied in a ponytail but still disheveled; she was barely keeping it together. Amy could guess the girl had been begging Ian to give her a chance and he didn't budge so she resorted to this.
