"I can't..." Amanda Smith thought about how inappropriate it was for an employee to sleep while the boss was working. She yawned again and murmured softly, "I'll just sleep here for a bit. I'll wake up in a while."
Samuel Johnson didn't want her to sleep in the room either because then he couldn't watch over her. He nodded and said, "Alright. You sleep."
Amanda blinked her eyes slowly and drifted off to sleep.
The sunlight fell quietly on her face, coating her eyelashes with a layer of gold, and casting a gentle shadow over her delicate, pale skin, imbuing it with warmth.
Samuel Johnson closed the file and couldn't help but stare at her face, lost in thought.
That sense of peacefulness was truly pleasant, so much so that he was reluctant to make a sound to break the rare calm.
Even if she harbored any ulterior motives, he accepted them all. The things she gave him were enough to last a lifetime of reflection and taste.
