Third Person POV
“So, I brought your favorite fruits,” Clea said as she take everything out of the paper bag while Brianne is sitting in front of her. “Do you want me to cut you some? Wait I’ll do it---” She said and stood up and was about to walk away when Brianne spoke.
“Manager Clea, are you not planning to tell me what’s going on?” She asks and Clea looks at her and smiles.
“I think it’s better if you recover first.” She said but Brianne grab her wrist.
“Tell me now,” she said and Clea sigh and look at her.
“Bri, nothing has been finalized so, don’t worry about it. I’m trying to make things right for us, okay? Just focus on your recovery.” Clea said and gently pat her hand.
“They are dropping me aren’t they?” She asks which made Clea stops walking toward the kitchen.
“N-no, what are you talking about?” Clea said and Brianne smiled at her and sigh.
“One of the staff message me about it, is it true?” She asks and Clea walks back to her and sat beside her and took both of her
