Sheila walked over to Milan's counter and placed her both hands on the desk, resting her weight on it. “Hey, Milan.” She cited. “I sent something to the printer, do print it out for me.”

Milan's gaze was fixated solely on the system before her, with her fingers doing wonders on it before. “Sure, I'll…" She replied almost immediately in, rushing her words. “After I'm done with this write-ups, I need to have them finished before…"

The impatient side of Sheila took over her as ...