DYER

After I left Aislyn in the breakfast room, I haven't seen or heard from her.

I get swamped with work in the afternoon and skip lunch in the dining room.

I'm still buried with work in my office when evening comes.

The piles of paper on my desk don't seem to have gone down a bit.

They still look just as they first were when I stepped into the office.

I let out a sigh and sink into the office chair with my hands placed on the armrest.

“I’ll just have to give up plans on having ...