Davien's P. O. V
"Sir, are you doing okay? You seem a bit pale." Gwendolyn announced, taking a break from the files she was sorting out.
"I'm fine, just feeling uneasy for some reason." I retorted while pulling my tie off my neck. For the past two hours, I had an unsettling feeling sitting on my mind, and I couldn't brush it off.
"Give me those files for that presentation, I want to run through them one more time before the meeting starts." I stole a glance at the digital clock on my desk, it was nearly six thirty pm, which meant I had roughly ten minutes before the scheduled meeting.
Gwendolyn's grimaced, she reached for the files but decided against it.
"Is something the matter?" I tore my attention from the account records I was skimming through. From the corner of my eye I noticed my untouched cup of coffee from earlier that morning.
