“Van, wait!” Devandra called out as he hurried toward Vania, who was just stepping out of her office.

Vania stopped in her tracks and turned around with a cold expression. “What is it now, Devan? I’m busy.”

Devandra gave a tense smile, trying to hide his nervousness. In his hand was a small red velvet box. He lifted it slowly. “I… wanted to give you this.”

Vania looked at the box with a blank expression. “What is it?”

“Jewelry…” Devandra said quietly. ...