DAHLIA"I'm so tired." Cassie dragged herself into my office.

It was the staff's break time. She always spent her break periods with me either gisting or napping.

"Where's our lunch?" I asked her, eyeing her empty hand.

"Let's order a take out." She suggested, yawning and lowering herself on the new large sofa I'd bought because of her.

I used it sometimes too, when I was really tired and wanted to rest.

"But there's food in the kitchen."

"Yeah but there's no chicken burger and fries with ...