While I was busy with my laptop in the office, I heard a knock on the door. Dara came inside.

“Madame, sorry for disturbing you, but Mr. Rodriguez is outside,” she said monotonously.

“Oh, really? You can let him come inside.”

“Sure, Madame.”

I cleared my throat and subtly adjusted my work dress. My eyes went to the small mirror on the desk. My makeup is still okay, thank goodness. The doors opened again, and I acted busy with my work on the laptop.

“Minerva.”

I looked at ...