Chapter 10:
The boss woke up a bit startled. "Huh?" She unintelligently asked.
Owen looked at her stunned. She was sleeping?! Actually sleeping, and so deep at that he didn't hear her.
The face she showed was like when she was 17. So innocent. It only lasted a second but it was there. The kid he grew to love as a sister.
Her face became cold, albeit a bit embarrassed. Even that lasted only a little as laughter resounded in that almost all glass room. They both looked at the woman. She coughed as if that was what she was doing all along.
The woman's attention was all on his sister, however. She smiled faintly and disconnected the strand by her mouth before wiping the drool.
Owen was stunned. Even in the beginning years he knew her, this girl hated to be touched. Yet, this lady just did it! And all she got in return was a pout!
"Dog!" The embarrassed woman shouted. He spoke too soon.
"I have a name, it-" The woman began. His boss quickly got up and rushed out. "Alora!" She relentlessly shot out.
Owen shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The woman- Alora- looked at him helplessly.
Deciding to help this wonderful lady who made his boss show such vivid emotions, he gave an explanation. She would or wouldn't get it. It wouldn't be on him. He shrugged, "She doesn't like names. Says it's what connects people." Then he walked- more like ran- out of that room to catch up with his pouting sister.