Amelia's POV
One month later,
"Did you bring the file? " Celia asked in a tired voice, while looking at her computer, "You can keep it here on the desk. I will check it as soon as I'm done with this," She said, without glancing at me.
I wasn't surprised seeing how her eyes were glued to the computer screen. She must be working overtime because of the recent mishap. And she did look quite exhausted as if she hadn't sleep for days.
"Hmm, Celia," I murmured in low voice, she hummed in response without looking at me, "Is your boss is free?"
"No, he's in a meeting with the designers. It hasn't finished yet so, but why do you need to—" She turned around to speak but she stopped when she saw me, "Oh shit!"
She cursed enough loud for me to hear, which made me laugh, because she seemed too flabbergasted seeing me here like this.
