OBSESSION

"please give us the room," I saw shock in her eyes but she didn't question me and silently left the room. I turned to my chatty secretary who is now l

crets, this would make them more loyal. "There is but I don't like working there." "Why?" I see her shrug but said nothing, waiting for her to answer. "Can I not answer?" "You answer any question I ask, that's the rule. Unless it's a personal question." "It's a personal question," she rushed to say and I smiled softly. "Okay then. I don't have any more question." "What? That's all?" Her big eyes turned bigger, deriving a chuckle from me. "Hazel, there is nothing I want to know about you that I won't get in the next one hour. I prefer to use my own method to know about someone than asking questions." "I see. Then can I ask a question sir?" "Feel free," I relaxed, already knowing what she was going to ask. "Why did you play along in the elevator?" "Because it was amusing," I replied with a chuckle. "You find me amusing because I didn't know who you are?" If I'm not mistaking, I could vow I saw a tinge of anger on her face. I wanted to tell her the main reason I find her amusing, especially what she did at my car window but I couldn't, she would only be embarrassed more if she knew I watched her act immaturely. "Maybe." "That's disrespecting. How was I supposed to know who you are when there are little or no pictures of you online," her tiny nose flared in this little way that all I thought about was bitin