Nino
"Take care of things while I'm gone," I dashed out of the design department but I was halted in my tracks when Kevin barricaded my path. His eyes, gleaming with questions, I knew he'd be curious about what was going on or why I kept leaving in the middle of work. The least I want now is having my employees worrying over my well being, over my personal crises. This is my cross to bear alone.
I had got too many people involved already and I don't want any other person getting entangled in my mess. He refrained me from leaving, his hand on my wrist, he questioned.
"Nino, what's going on? You always look frightened and you keep rushing out everyday whenever you are at work. Is something going on, and I don't know about it? I'm not just your secretary but also a friend, tell me if something is bugging you."
