Sheila walked past the receptionist. “Ms. Sheila…" The voice called out softly and in a hush, stopping her on her track. She turned slowly to the source of the voice, her brows creased slightly.

“What is it this time, Milan?” She questioned in reply with an air of uninterested. “Aren't you supposed to be out with boss? Why are you here?”

“Yeah, I know, right?” Milan muffled out with a small shoulder shrug. “We couldn't go any more because her flight was cancelled due to the ...